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The Mists of Morning by Rod Chase
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While in Venice last year, Chase spent many hours photographing the Grand Canal and also the smaller, inner
canals. Much of his photography was at twilight or dusk, but on several
mornings he and his wife rose early to enjoy a “different Venice” - few
tourists and no gondoliers or boat traffic. The city was totally still
and quiet except for the sounds of water lapping against the timeworn
bricks or the hulls of tethered boats. The mists of morning made the
narrow canals all but vanish. As dramatic and
awe-inspiring as Venice was in the evening, it was even more remarkable
in the morning - a magical moment when the city seemed invisible except
for the soft colors of the ancient buildings reflecting in the water. It
was a world of delicate hues and magnificent textures – so real up
close, then silently disappearing like a dream in the silvery mists of
morning. |
