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