Sunday, March 10, 2013
In Paris, there is a bridge over the Seine where lovers attach a lock with their marks - initials, a date, or a quote. After locking onto the bridge, the keys are heaved into the Seine. After a few months, when the locks have completely filled a panel, the panel holding the locks is removed and wood is affixed in place of the panel, until the new panel arrives days later. Here we have a missing panel with some graffiti scrawled across the wood placeholder. Soon this will be replaced with a new iron panel, and people will fill it up with locks again.
But a question, where do the locks go after they are removed?
Thursday, March 7, 2013
We earned San Marino after a butt clenching commute from Bologna. We ate six course meals and trekked its three towers. I spent hours trying trying to get the perfect shot in the rain at the top of San Marino in the darkness amongst the clouds, and returned when I had misgivings about the shots that I got. It is that kind of place, small enough to strain for perfection.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Here we are in front of the gigantic metallic Asparagus. We had a beautiful day in Paris. I want to share all 700 pictures that I took, but with this internet connection, it would take 2100 minutes.
Here we have a long bearded Furmonster of the day - Jensen's wiser smaller and more affable cousin
Reflecting on a dark night at the Louvre