Posting stories is becoming sporadic because my new job is interfering by holding me up at the works. It’s not me, honest. See:
scribbles tagged ‘Italy’
The first time I thought about replacing the EX s770 was a couple of years ago when I noticed a lense defact placing a smudge on all of my photographs. Since my photographs are more about the gist of the story than the perfrection of the detail, I tolerated the slight blur.
The next blow was not so easy to absorb.
While on holiday in Turin the camera decided it would only take effective pictures if I used the zoom – a little bit – not a lot. A sadly high proportion of my Italian holiday was spent zooming the camera then walking further away from things to get a better picture frame. The camera joined me in July 2006. Four years of taking daily photographs, jiggling round in pockets and bags, is darn good performance. But. Aaaaarggghhhh, this could not go on.
This is a picture taken with no zoom:
This is the same scene after I’ve stepped back, zoomed the camera, and a lady has stepped into the gap between to leave a prayer:
The new camera, casio EX fs10, will not improve my photgraphic skills, it will help tell stories more effectively than the now defunked EX s770. It also has some slow motion panning functionality that I accidentally used and is frightening geek-lovingly-cool but irrelevant to life as I know it. Sigh.
spotty dog: Nice jacket, Jack Wills?
wendy: yes, when I got back from the US I felt an overwhelming need to wear something fabulously british, this looked like a boating jacket
spotty dog: but you haven’t worn it since we arrived
wendy: its too hot in Italy, I’ll be fabulously British when we get back home
A slightly dodgy habit that I picked up during my miss-spent youth mingling with ‘Transport studies’ students is a tendancy to kiss beautiful vehicles. In the UK I once had the misfortune to freeze my lips to a Ferrari. In Turin I burnt them on an Alfa Romeo. Can you see the lip marks on these beauties?
Life seemed to move with music in Turin. Music wafting from windows onto city streets, wafting around the cemeteries, sliding across parkland. Together with the wonderful sunlight the music lifted the mood of the place.
I fell in love with Turin.
Turin was littered with clever and humerous architecture, sculpture, art. It was a pleasure to wander the streets and ride the trams. There was a bravery, passion , wit and optimism about the city that appealed to me.
The via Roma runs from the Porto Nuova train station (1861) through three gorgous city piazza’s (Castello, San Carlo, Carlo Felice) to the Palazzo Reale. The roads facade is a classic Italian art Deco (1933) style that houses designer, expensive stores (and footlocker). We noticed some ‘city angels’ wandering along the street. Commmunity policing? Free accociating with art deco, with 1933, brings thoughts of Hitlers rise to power, the German ‘brownshirts‘. Though technically speaking the city angels are wearing red shirts.
Suprised that my mind so easily sees echo’s of fascisim in places it has been…
Someone told the Torino police that Spottydog and I were visiting for the weekend. The welcoming committee waited for us and followed us on the local protest against education cuts. Excellent hospitality.
I was impressed that so few police were supplied for so many protestors. I suspect the Italians are more vocal yet less disruptive than British protestors.
HIF: Did you enjoy your holiday in Italy?
HIF: are you all fresco’d out?
The Piccolomini library in Siena was outstanding, fabulous books, floor tiles, wall frescos, ceiling frescos, quiet ambience, excellent lighting and virtually no other visitors.
Not any passenger.
Not Flat Eric.
A passenger from a windowless room.
We passby, missing the passenger emerge, missing the small car leave.
forgetting to mimic shutters or reflections.
Silence and darkness within the windowless rooms.
Protecting the people within from too much colour, too much light, noises from neighbours and the street, from the prying eyes of passersby.
In the silent darkness occupants can float on siestas unseen, unknown.
Freedom to dream of the luxuries of everything and nothing
- tour organiser.
- tour guide.
- conversational sparring partner.
- first-aid specialist, she’ll have the plasters for when I fall-over, which she reliably informs me that I will, because I’ll be looking up at the architecture rather than at street-level obstacles.
- personal shopper, because she has this uncanny skill for inducing me to part with cash like no other person I have ever met.
- extended memory.
Excitedness levels have already reached amber. Spotty dog has cunningly avoided booking through the recently defunct XL, travelling at ridiculous hours of the day, waiting at transport interchanges for silly, silly, times and other such icky nonsense.
‘Big Ben’ pub on ProvidenceOriginally uploaded by :: Wendy ::.
A good match, the USA were the more aggressive team if demonstrating less strategic skill. Holding the Italians to a draw is defintely a substantial achievement, even if both goals were scored by the Italian side…..
A good match, the USA were the more aggressive team if demonstrating less strategic skill. Holding the Italians to a draw is defintely a substantial achievement, even if both goals were scored by the Italian side…..I stumbled upon a ‘British Pub’ just before the match started and sat outside under a blue umbrella wathcing the match. During the Italian National anthem the team stood with their arms draped over each others shoulders and sang. During the USA national anthem the American team stood with about a foot between them, hands on heart, many didn’t even bother to mouth the words to the anthem.
A good match, the USA were the more aggressive team if demonstrating less strategic skill. Holding the Italians to a draw is defintely a substantial achievement, even if both goals were scored by the Italian side…..I stumbled upon a ‘British Pub’ just before the match started and sat outside under a blue umbrella wathcing the match. During the Italian National anthem the team stood with their arms draped over each others shoulders and sang. During the USA national anthem the stood with about a foot between them, hands on heart, many didn’t even bother to mouth the words to the anthem.The game was generally well referreed with some seemingly harsh decisions. The worst foul was when Daniele De Rossi (Italy) flagrantly threw an elbow right into the face of McBride (USA) in the 28th minute. He was sent off with a red card while McBride, with blood running down his face, left the field to change his shirt and try to stem the blood flow.
America weren’t one man up for long, just before the end of the first half Mastroeni was sent off for a late foul on Pirlo. It really wasn’t clear that this was actually a deliberately late tackle, looked reasonable to me.
Both goals were scored mid way through the first half.
Pope (USA) is sent of for a second yellow-card at the beginning of the second half. The USA managed to maintain the 1:1 score with only 9 men on the pitch. Nice job.
The cheering and chanting from the crowded pub really added to the ambience.