Fallen Leaves, Dancing Lives - Los Angeles Transformational Beauty Photographer

I’ve been surrounded by an aura of sadness lately. Was it the longer shadows that the slanting rays of sun are creating on the ground? Is it the chilled temperatures brought on by darkness? Could it be the recent passing of Christina?

Especially Christina’s passing?

It’s not the first time that I cried when my clients leave this world. I was overwhelmed by the fact that there was no official goodbye. I was also unfortunately reminded, again, that I did not have as much time with them as I so ignorantly thought, although they clearly had serious illnesses. Yes, I said “again”, because it reminded me of how Polly had passed when I still had an email from her in my inbox to reply to.

As I’m inevitably adding on tree rings to my life, I have finally waken up to the fact that I’m running out of time creating legacy.

I thank my clients for allowing me the privilege to experience lives enriched with deeply textured stories. It is with profound gratitude that I acknowledge the role each one played in shaping not only my artistic journey but also my perspective of life's fragility.

I will slowly work to share the work that Christina and I created together. I may cry. And I could smile, and even laugh looking at the footage from our photo session…

Until I surface again, I wanted to share this quote:

“Even those fallen leaves dance, on the musical wind cadence.”
— Anoushka Tyagi

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Photography Requires Strong Will Power - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

Rialto Bridge (Ponte di Rialto, in Italian) is one of the most photographed landmarks in Venice.  I get its historical significance being the oldest bridge across the Grand Canal.  Personally, I don't think it's that artistically done.  Take a look at how its clunky body blocks most of the view into the water-way and the buildings behind it, you'll see my point.  But, it does offer an opportunity to get above the water.  And water is what I love.

So, despite all the touristic activities around me, I saw a perfect canvas on water which I could create on.  For me, staying laser-sharp focused in that setting is not that difficult.  But if you are interested in going to the Rialto Market only to rub shoulders with many other tourists that followed the tour guide books there, sitting by the canal to sip wines and watch people (mostly tourists, again), feeding one of the many pigeons that have infested Venice, or rescuing the sunglass that went down the the bridge (this was supposedly an accident), you'd need some (really strong) will power to stay focused on the beauty that makes Venice Venice.  

I hear music gliding across the surface of the water.  Do you?

P.S. Give a holler, in the comment below, if you want to see more images made from Venice. :-)

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Ghetto is an Italian Word - Los Angeles Travel Photographer

It's not the first time that I heard this word in Italy.  But Venice is where the word was first spoken.

Now, I'm no historian and, in my opinion, what's written in history books may not always be that accurate.  But here's what I've gathered:

Although segregation of Jews existed in European communities earlier (for example, the name of an island that's separated from Venice by lagoon is Giudecca), Venetian ghetto was the first using such term in Europe.  In 1516, Jews were restricted to living in the Canneregio district of Venice, an abandoned site of a 14th-century foundry that used to produce cannons.  

It was enclosed by two guarded gates and no one was allowed to leave from sunset to dawn.  Restrictions on daily Jewish life continued for close to 300 years, until Napoleon Bonaparte conquered the Venetian Republic in 1797.  He removed the gates and gave all residents the freedom to live where they chose.

As history sees it, it was not the end of Jewish oppression...

Remember the question that I brought up in another post about Pitigliano?  Hint: you could kind of guess the answer now.

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