My trip originated in Italy and took me to various stops in Greece with a brief step into Croatia. Being my first time in Europe I could effortlessly blog about my experiences with jet lag, ice-free drinks and Speedos. But these are of another blog altogether which I will likely never pen. My trip was part business, part spiritual and all Shawshank (“Get busy living, or get busy dying”).
I did, however, take a few pictures. In fact, that is the only reason I endured two weeks of warm Coca-Cola Light in a girly can. I’ll refrain from being too historical or hysterical and just post some pictures. It is a necessity to post these pics before I forget the stories and lose interest as the images get lost in the shuffle of family portraits and concerts.
It really took two agenda-free weeks away from home for my switch to flip. Around day three was when I realized this thing wasn’t ending anytime soon. I highly recommend getting away from things for an extended period of time. It is so necessary…but not so easy.
So, I’m not gonna lie. Italy rocked. Even without a fauxhawk, big sunglasses and my collar turned up I managed to enjoy the food, sights and sounds of Venice and Mestre (just outside of Venice), as well as the islands of Murano and Burano.
Shooting in Italy is not restricted to pictures of gondola’s, water taxis or church buildings. In my case it meant a series of self-portraits in the lobby of a hotel while the room was being readied or a quick shot of my view from the Water Closet.
I’ve created an online gallery of my travel photography (translated: all the junk I shot that I’d let people see) because some folks have asked about it. Otherwise just check out a few of my favorites right here.
See Italy Travel Photographer images here