Original Polaroid Land Camera snaps from the mid-1970s on an Italian Sunday afternoon. The story is long & short. Presently, it feels necessary to say only that I loathed the person on the left (my right), & liked the one on the right -- very much. My second trip to Italy (from France) but my first to the south & "real" Italy (ten days in Venice a few months before was a world away). The photographer & person I liked lived in the area. The photographs looked this spooky as soon as we saw them...it's not their age now. No tourists were there that day, just a bored guard--delighted to talk to someone. I was excited to be so close to a volcano, I remember. I saw several in Iceland but they didn't have tragic stories, ancient & modern, attached to them. The Neapolitan area inspires both longing & loathing. What a complicated place...
3 comments:
Found you through English Muse....what lovely words and pictures!
These Polaroids are utterly haunting. Amazing. Gorgeous.
Thrilling to come upon your blog, look forward to more!
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You are such a traveler. Now I'm trying to do the math as to your age? Hmmm. Have you just passed a milestone birthday?
Gasp. Cheeky Pup! As you can see from the photo...I was a very tall five-year old at the time. Seriously, I'll see you over at Gmail:)
And to very kind Victoria, if you pass this way again before I re-visit your lovely blog (God knows why with the mess here), thank you so much; I tried to leave a comment but my dial-up bleeping connection kept timing out. Will be there tomorrow.
xo, Susan
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