My favourite thing about Italy is the unending little contrasts you find in it. I'm talking about the fluted column supporting a crumbling plaster wall, the quaint cobbled street 4 feet wide, choked with greenery, aside rusted wire fences and manhole covers. The way they appear to only build OLD walls and will render the outside of a house only once in 40 years, but coat the stairwell with marble. The stray dogs asleep on historical monuments.
Somehow this slightly grungy, grimy messiness has charm. It speaks volumes to focus on what is important. What is that? Olives of course! Or since we're in Sorrento, perhaps lemons.
These shots are from our little wanderings, and in some I have tried to capture the feeling above as best I can.
Somehow this slightly grungy, grimy messiness has charm. It speaks volumes to focus on what is important. What is that? Olives of course! Or since we're in Sorrento, perhaps lemons.
These shots are from our little wanderings, and in some I have tried to capture the feeling above as best I can.