I initially thought about writing a short introduction about Venice and its canals. But then I decided to abandon this idea because they are a well-known phenomenon and there are so many of them that it is very difficult to make a frame without a canal present in it. Because the whole essence of Venice lies in its canals.
The original film negatives were made with Pentax 67 camera and 90mm F2.8 lens, printed in a darkroom using liquid emulsion printing process on various watercolor papers including Canson, Lana and Hahnemühle.
Probably the best view of Venice opens from the top of St Mark’s Campanile: each of its four sides shows Venice from a different perspective.
Venice. It happened a couple of days before Christmas. I left the station and dipped into the thick fog. It was so thick that one could hardly see the opposite side of the Grand Canal.
This shot was made during a vaporetto (a kind of waterbus) ride to the St Mark’s Square (Piazza San Marco in Italian). It seemed to be the only building whose contours were visible at that time. That very moment was truly unforgettable.
Night over Venice
It was a foggy day. I was in a hurry for the train heading back to Florence. I was in front of the railway station with the last frame left available in my Pentax 67 camera.
Well, just made the shot with no waiting for a great result. But I like it so much.
The man and the bridge
Winter evening in Venice. A smoky haze fills the air and adds a hint of magic to the atmosphere.
At that moment I felt as if I had traveled back in time to the Middle Ages and was seeing a clocked nobleman before my very eyes.
This unusual scene I witnessed almost by chance in Venice, but this literary association came to me straight away. For some reason, I imagined that they were artists moving from a small studio into a new and light one. And this photo seemed to capture the exact moment when they were carrying their paintings.
Of course, this is my own interpretation of the scene, and I may be wrong. But it is still a lovely story, isn’t it?
Boats in the fog
It was a dark and foggy winter evening in Venice. And there was only one man walking around and talking on the phone. I stood waiting for him to end his conversation and leave the “stage”. I’d been waiting there for so long that it became quite dark.
In the end, I was taken with his lonely figure and how it fits in the “stage”. Interestingly, the resulting image doesn’t look like an evening scene. The rough grain of the paper adds artistic expression to the image.