mykodachrome: 2018

nereid

Nereid on a seahorse. As seen in the Uffizi

maddalena and agnolo

Raphael’s portraits of Maddalena Strozzi and her partner Agnolo Doni as seen in the Uffizi in Florence.

unknown face

As seen in an art-shop window in Amsterdam.

ponte vecchio

The Ponte Vecchio bridge over the Arno in Florence.

jesus

As seen on the doors of Gaudi's Sagrada Família in Barcelona.

More mountains. Again I can't remember where, but looks like The Misty Mountains to me, must be on the way to Endor...

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light

sunday of palms

I know it is not Palm Sunday," it is not even a Sunday, but seems that when you come into Barcelona's Sagrada Família by this entrance it seems that every say is Palm Sunday. That Gaudi fellow is quite clever - those only art on the floor - I found standing at the gates of this Jeruselem profoundly moving.

somewhere

I am not sure where I took this picture - it was somewhere this summer - if it were not for the photo it may have been a dream... It may have been the Alps, but which ones I am unsure.

sagrada família and sky

Looking up at Sagrada Família in Barcelona.

believing thomas

As seen in the Uffizi Museum. A painting by Caravaggio of "The Incredulity of Saint Thomas" - or in other words "Doubting Thomas." But I prefer my title better because clearly Thomas is in the process of believing.

sounds of the uffizi

a walk in barcelona

montserrat - barcelona

hallstatt

I think it is still raining in Hallstatt.
As seen this summer..

sagrada família

Outside Sagrada Família in Barcelona. As seen this summer.

the beach

I visited the Uffizi in the summer - spent an entire day inside and when exiting at closing time I realized I had somehow missed The Birth Of Venus. I explained this to the guard at the door and of course even though they were locking the building up he let me go back to see her.

I ran all the way up the stairs, along the halls, and to the gallery where I knew she could be found. When I got there we were alone - just Venus and me - and the beach.

I have seen many classical Greco-Roman depictions of Venus, or Aphrodite as the Greeks called her, but this renaissance depiction eclipsed all of those for me. I could only stay a moment, I could hear the guards ensuring the visitor had gone, so I took this picture left. But I will be back...