Vaporino / by Marco Secchi

VENICE, ITALY - JANUARY 16: A vaporetto (waterbus) travels slowly under thick fog on January 16, 2011 in Venice, Italy. Transports in the lagoon has been affected by today's fog.  ) (Marco Secchi)

 

When you walk in the winter fog, there seems to be no division between water and embankment, life and death, love and hate. You feel that you can walk through walls, through sky, through time.

My Venice is the Venice of winter, the Venice of Cannaregio, the Venice of fog. Walking down the Fte Novein la nebbia, wearing rubber boots against the high water, it is hard to tell where terra firma leaves off and sky and water begin. The city seems to hang in the air like a mirage. Sounds bounce off the waters and deceive you with their closeness or farness. Figures appear and disappear around corners. The past beckons. It is quite possible to believe that it can take you and never give you back.

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