rain and sun and song

We’ve had some terrific rain and thunder storms in the last few days. It’s made for much cooler temperatures as well as some pretty dramatic visual effects, most of which cannot be captured on film (at least by me).

I’ve have been making a concerted effort to set aside my debilitating politeness and take photographs of people. If I can’t do it here, where every other person is armed with a camera (meaning I don’t really stand out), then I can’t do it anywhere. I’ve started to experiment a little with shooting from the hip — taking shots without looking through the viewfinder (a trick of street photography I just read about). Of the dozens of nonchalant clicks I took this way, just two or three are interesting. I’ve included those in the slideshow posted below. They’re the random, off-kilter ones. There are a couple in this batch that I’m very proud of, and I’m getting just conceited enough to think that I shouldn’t be publishing these without some sort of copyright watermark. On the other hand, I think I may have taken just about enough photos of soft light filtering through church windows onto pink-and-white checkerboard floors. That and cool shadows. They’re so damn beautiful every time, though!

Not pictured are the fabulous singers of via Garibaldi I met and sang with today. I finally happened down that way when the guitarist/ singer/ restauranteur (whose name I now forget, of course) was singing, and an entire table of buddies was joining in. I stopped to listen. Then I sat down and ordered a glass of wine.

The Singer had me pegged: he wagered that I was a singer, and why don’t I join them at their table and sing with them. Once again, my familiarity with “El famegia del gobbon” came in handy. I met everyone by name. The famous Umberto — passionate and nearly toothless — serenaded me. I was offered a glass of good red (and discovered later that my first glass of white was also already taken care of). Lunchtime was over and these guys had to get back to work, but not before coffee across the way, to which I was invited. They were wonderful people and perfect gentlemen and are apparently there for lunch (and song) every day. Oh, and I ran into Gabriele, the formaggio specialist, a few minutes later as he opened his shop. After trying several cheeses I wanted to buy a little something — a gesture of goodwill. “You can pay for it next time.” It’s a long trek to via Garibaldi, but so worth it. And now I have several reasons to go back again soon. Maybe next time I’ll ask if I can take some pictures.

2008 agosto — ferragosto

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boats, part one

Between starting to row (alla veneta, y’all) and living on the Giudecca, I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time on boats. When people ask if I like living on there, my biggest complaint is that I feel detached…to which at least one of my friends has helpfully pointed out that I am.

Since my rowing club and my buddies are all in Cannaregio, I’m getting to know all the vaporetto routes that connect that far flung corner of the city with my own.The 41/42 is a direct shot, but stops running after 8pm. The 51/52 means a traghetto ride from Palanca (my stop) to Zattere or vice versa. The 2 takes the long route around the west edge of the city, as does the N (night) route. The first two are low-slung, sleek boats built for speed — they circle the city and are more no-nonsense than the big sluggish vaps that cater to the tourist trade. The latter have their charm, when the tourist tide is low; it can be wonderful to score a seat near the prow.

The 2 arrives at Palanca

The 51 seen from the 42

Enter the Night route. At first I dreaded this ride home. It doesn’t really save any time — it’ll take 45 minutes by foot (to the Zattere) or on board all the way — but if I’m tired, a ride is a welcome alternative. Depending on the weather and day of the week and time, the N can be jammed when I pick it up at S. Marcuola. Workers headed home, locals finishing an evening out, tourists straggling home. A few get off at the station, but most pile off at Piazzale Roma where they catch a bus for the terra firma. The vap now has very few passengers, and we start the slow rounding of the west end of the city. Past the Questura office. Under viaducts that carry car and train traffic to this part of town. Past dozens and dozens of moored topi – the big, prosaic boats that move everything around the city. Past the industrial-looking Mercato Ittico (fish market) and Capitaneria di Porto. The water path we’re following, as always, is marked with large bricole (three posts driven into the soil below) with a light on top. We are rounding the enormous dock where the cruise ships moor, and as we make the left hand turn those behemoths hove into view and shimmer in their obscene, over-the-top lighting. At Tronchetto, the very few who had parked their cars here for the day (Italian and German tourists mostly) get off, one or two get on (where are they coming from? who are they?), and we set off for the lagoon and the Giudecca canal. There are five blinding lights on the left that are part of the cruise ship area. They seem to be aimed horizontally rather than towards the ground. They stand out because everything else in front of us is a calm, black void.

This part of the journey is magic. Across the black void, there are tracers of lights — streetlights on the Lido or Malamocco, the breakwater islands of the lagoon. The sky is full of stars, if it’s clear, and if the moon is out it shimmers along the clouds and the waves. There is very little traffic. A water taxi or two, racing by, or a police boat, blue light shouting its warning and making psychodelic patterns on the boat’s wake.

Our boat is big. They always use the big tourist vaps for the N: there’s plenty of standing room in the middle and there are usually outdoor seats at the prow and stern. If I can, I get the very front seat, and usually I’m the only one sitting there. The wake of the passing taxis rolls towards us, and the pilot turns into the wake, sending our big boat bobbing. The water crashes and sprays on the prow.

This same effect happens on the ride from the Zattere to Palanca, that is across the Giudecca Canal. This waterway is one of the city’s busiest, and it is a battered by moto ondoso – waves caused by motor boats. In the vap, at night, after everyone has boarded, the mariner unties the rope from its mooring and shuts the big gate. Then the pilot turns off the outdoor lights. If, like me, you’ve gotten on board and crossed right to the other side of the boat where you’ll get off in a few minutes, you’re poised on the edge, with the wind and moon in your face. The lights go off, and it’s a perfect miniature of the transit on the N from Tronchetto in the middle of the night.

vaporetto

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photos past

I may not have been “processing” (read: blogging about) my experiences of the past couple of months, but I have been documenting them with my camera. No, “document” isn’t right. I don’t really chronicle my experience: the people I’m with, the places I’ve been. Sometimes I make some gestures in that direction, with a certain audience in mind (i.e. Mom), but usually I’m looking for the makings of interesting photos. I end up posting a mix of the two, though.

Anyhow, all this is a preamble to posting some slideshows of photos taken earlier this summer. This first, short volley focuses on a freak hailstorm and a gorgeous sunset, with a couple of odds and ends thrown in. In the first photo of the hailstorm, you can see that they are beginning to construct the pontoon bridge for the Redentore. These were taken in early July.

2008 luglio — 2

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after the storm: the calm and clear

The sultry weather finally broke last night with a good, long rainstorm. Anzi, thunderstorm. Today we awoke to brilliant, crystalline skies and cool temperatures. It was absolutely intoxicating. I have the luxury of air conditioning at home, but that didn’t hamper the thrill I felt at being free to roam the city without suffering from the heat. So, where did I roam? Started with S. Giorgio Maggiore, including the campanile — which gave spectacular views of the Dolomites and the hills around Padua (the colli Euganei). From there to S. Zaccaria, which started out strapiena di tourists, in groups small and large, but they cleared out quickly and left the coro and the crypt to the few willing to pay one little euro to go in. From there to the Pieta’, where my friend Elvira works. We haven’t seen each other in a month or so and ended up having lunch and then doing further wandering through the city.

The weather is just perfect and lovely. It’s as thrilling as the first warm days of spring! I hope it stays this way for a bit so I can get in some rowing. That’s something I haven’t gotten to do in a few weeks. Alas, my little, incipient callouses are now gone. Between the killing heat and the fact that almost all my rowing buddies are out of town (as I was, too, for a couple weeks), voga hasn’t been in the offing. Want to get back out there soon, though, if only as prep for the big Sept. 7th corteo. (More on that later….)

2008 agosto

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June selections

Yes, I’m working backwards.

2008 giugno — part 3

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Redentore, at last

Here, at long last, are a few of my Redentore photos.

2008 luglio – redentore

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sera

SS. Giovanni e Paolo

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pigeons out

May 1, the grano turco sellers were officially out of work. Here’s the piazza — midday, midweek– without the feed sellers.

They set up a protest at the Molo.


That ruckus has now disappeared, replaced with these simple, multilingual signs.

And this bit of doggerel.

some May photos

The weather has taken a turn for the hotter. It’s positively beautiful, especially after the afa turns to rain and the rain clears off and it’s cool and lovely.

Here’s a little sampler of what (at least a couple of) you have been waiting for…

May sampler

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room with a view