Venice, Italy (because there are other Venices) features some unique architecture. Gotta be honest with you, and this is going to be interesting to fellow photographers, I cranked the saturation on these photos. I brightened the colours SUBSTANTIALLY to make Venice look somewhat nice. I didn’t LOVE Venice. It was okay, but not much to write home about, let alone 6 photoblog posts. (Sorry, I think I’m a little down whilst writing this).
I think my photoblog is going to change again. I’ll finish this whole Venice series, but for the rest of this Eurotrip, things are going to be different. I’m not sure how. Will the photos be better? Well, my more recent photos are better, I believe, but that’s not what I’m saying. Something has to change in the format. I think the more I shoot, my goals change. I’m not saying I’m a seasoned photographer, I’m still learning, but as I learn and grow, I’m beginning to tire of images we always see, that everyone takes. I guess, as I shoot more and more, I’m developing (love that pun) my voice and I need my site to reflect that.
Joel, why don’t you delete all the old shit you posted for years?
First of all: Language! This blog doesn’t feature that kind of filth!
Secondly: I want to leave a trail showing my growth as a photographer AND the development of this very unpretentious site. I mean, it used to be “non-pretentious photography” and when the name drastically changed, so did the format. That needs to be there for posterity. It’s important, for the history of humanity. I know you’re probably thinking “Who cares? How could something someone’s done, that shows the cracks, the wear, the fragility of existence, be worth leaving online for future generations?” That’s not a nice thought, by the way. Why are you even reading this if you think things like that? I get that I’m progressing and one day I might even do something great, and that all my past work shouldn’t be important to anyone but me. It’s just the history of my growth in this artform, which no one else needs to see. Afterall, I’m only one person. But this is how it’s not fair. Here is Venice, a mediocre, dingy, dilapidated monument to the past. This is just another remnant of a culture which has, in some ways, progressed. But it’s just the collection of a bunch of individuals learning and growing. “This is how they did things,” we say as if it’s interesting, but if MY growth isn’t interesting, then why is theirs? Because it’s how they laid bricks instead of how they took pictures? Is it because of their choice in metals instead of my choice in camera? Is it the rudimentary tools vs Lightroom? People love the study of engineering. How were things engineered? How were they afforded? What was the economy like? What was being manufactured? Facts. All we want to read are facts!
We hate humanity. We hate the human experience. Unless the human experience is no more than how we kept the temperature down or up in our buildings or how we kept bridges up or how we built a whole city on stilts. Maybe the human experience is how we sold things or ate things or reproduced more humans. For a culture which is OBSESSED with how everyone FEELS constantly, we really don’t care about how anyone used to feel. It’s barely considered. Of course, when we detail something like the holocaust, we can’t help but empathize, but we’re still mainly listing the facts of what happened. I mean, I don’t know this guy walking down this street (it’s a street, not an alley). I don’t know what his day to day experience is like and how he feels about it. Maybe he lives a status quo lifestyle of a Venetian (he might be a tourist), but maybe he hates it. Maybe he does things differently and feels removed or distance from a culture he was raised in. When we speak of him, however, he’ll be lumped in with all the people of his time who used window air conditioners to keep their rooms cold. Sometimes we know meticulous details about the people who have done “great” things. Sometimes. Even that is hit and miss. But why are there green wings on the angel on that lower image? Someone knows. Who made the wings? Maybe someone knows… maybe. And how did they feel about the work? That’d be hard to find out, I reckon. Any were that satisfied with their life? Did they long for something more? We’ll probably never know. Who are those people down there? Maybe if we tag them, we can follow their online lives closely, put them in an encyclopedia and finally start making a record of TRUE humanity. Not just what pants they choose and why, but who hurt them and what caused them to choose Venice that day, what fascinated them there and WHY! But I’m just as guilty. I took a picture of this light. The pink glass interested me. There’s a lot of it around Venice. And I’d like to know why. And I’m sure the answer starts with “they”. “They” decided this. Or “they” had access to that. A faceless group of “people” whomever they were, who once existed, did something and now pink glass. Get the facts. So, I’ll leave my previous nonsense up here to be ignored. Some of them have a mention of the things I used to capture (interesting term “capture”) the images. Those parts will be more interesting to you. The rest is just pointless rambling about nothing by one soul hurtling through space on this blue marble (cliche, I know) who does meaningless things in an attempt to feel purpose.
Another statue (Italian’s favourite thing) of a guy who did something. I’ll bet if I could figure out who he was and find his wikipedia page, I wouldn’t find too much true humanity there. By the way, it’s not easy to unearth true humanity from old books and journals. A lot of what people write are emotionless facts! They just catalogue their lives in a way they’re used to reading them. It’s only through plays, movies, music, photographs, art, that we can truly see the humanity and much of that is fiction. Anyway, if someone can google why Venice has so much pink glass and let me know in the comments, that’d be appreciated.