Author: Todd Bishop

Ahead was the Vitorriano. The protestors were mostly silent or talking quietly. Mostly there was just the sound of thousands of feet. 

Jason reloads. 

Demonstrators. Again you can see the demonstrators on the winding down the Capitoline above the woman in the orange coat. This was a powerful scene and members of our group were crying.  

OK, I know these shots are hardly great phototography (or even great “lomography”) but hopefully they’re worth viewing once.  

Fountain at the foot of the Capitoline.  

Boat bassist Andrea Niemic (see Jan. 9’s “Tedium On The River” post) has just cruelly emailed me from Venice. In her honor, here are a few Lomo shots of that crumbling ruin of a town. […]

A bridge. I stumbled drunkenly a few steps after this, fortunately breaking my fall with the Lomo. 

Negotiating the back streets. “Streets” in Venice were generally built only wide enough to accomodate the occasional filth-cart. Gentlemen and other wealthy fruitcakes typically travelled by gondola.  

Some nameless palazzo. 

San Marco 

Jen is mystified by the intricate patterns. 

Patrick Saussois, a gypsy-jazz guitarist from Paris. He played last weekend at Artichoke Music in Portland, supported by Seattle’s Pearl Django. They let me in to take some pictures. It was very dark.