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  • "Transcendent sunset of Marina Grande - Sorrento"...<br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Tramonto trascendente di Marina Gran..ento
  • “Positano's Church of Santa Maria Assunta illuminated by the evening light”…<br />
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Taking an evening stroll along the Strada of Positano, the highlight was the majestic evening view of the church of Santa Maria Assunta overlooking the hillside. The colorful dome is made of majolica tiles which are very prominent on the Amalfi Coast, and the church contains a thirteenth-century Byzantine icon of the legendary Black Madonna. All indications seemed to verify that late May in Positano presented a spectacular pallet of every color under God’s rainbow. This quaint seaside village stimulated one’s senses, aggrandizing its chest and boasting specular perfection. I cannot imagine a more benevolent time of year than during late spring to visit the Bellissimo Amalfi coast. This image was one of my last of the evening before a long hike up to the terrace of Hotel Montemare's famous restaurant. Finally, time to relax and unwind while admiring yet another truly breathtaking sea view of Positano Bay.
    Positano's Chiesa di Santa Maria Ass..sera
  • “Panorama at Magic hour above the Sorrentine Peninsula”…<br />
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Saturday evening in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was mystical and magical. The overcast skies were vulnerable with the promise of rain, but the tired and reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments as the glorious light glistened off the sea. God painted the esoteric skies for brief moments with luminous vivid elements of abstract color. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home.
    Panorama a'ora Magiche sopra la Peni..tina
  • “Saint Joseph and the young Jesus in the Basilica of Sant'Antonino Sorrento - Painting by Dino Carbetta”… <br />
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Legend has it that in the sixth century, a boy was playing on the beaches of Sorrento when suddenly, a sea creature appeared through the waves, swallowing him whole. Horrified, his mother ran to the local monastery, where she begged the abbot to save her child’s life. Remarkably, the abbot was able to bring the child back from the shadow of death, virtually unharmed. This is one of the many miracles attributed to Sorrento’s patron saint, San Antonino. La Basilica di San Antonino is one of the oldest Catholic churches in Sorrento. Built during the Baroque period, its influence shines throughout the church. Different colors of marble create a colorful display around the frescoes depicting the miracles attributed to the Saint’s life. Perhaps the most breathtaking part of the church is the crypt, directly below the altar. With white as its primary color, an angelic essence feels palpable between the walls. Small sculptures of cherubs line the two halls leading to the crypt. San Antonino was buried between the walls. In the middle of the crypt is a statue of San Antonino, its craft making it seem as if the Saint is living. One of my great memories, as I meandered about the rather large crypt in the silent church, looking through the altar to the front doors, opened…an elderly Italian man entered slowly toward the crypt. He nodded his head toward me and moved in front of the eternal candle and relics of San Antonino. He silently put his hand upon them and bowed his head in prayer as if he had done this every day of his life. Moved by his devotion and reverence, as he nodded in his exit…I imitated his every movement and prayed to this patron saint of Sorrento. This was one of my first stops on the Amalfi coast, and after two visits to the Bellissimo Sorrentino coast, I always feel like I am comfortable and spiritual at home.
    San Giuseppe e il giovane Gesù nella..etta
  • "The dramatic sunset over Marina Grande Sorrento"... <br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. Our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Il drammatico tramonto sopra Marina ..ento
  • "Twilight over Marina Grande Sorrento"...<br />
<br />
Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Crepuscolo su Marina Grande Sorrento
  • “Organic Venice - Perpetual Evolution of Splendor, Harmony, and Color” …<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. This image was captured along a small canal in front of The Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari (St. Mary of the Friars), known locally as Frari, one of the great churches of Venice. Ironically, before my Italian journey, I read Rick Steve’s travel book on Italy and watched all of his shows made in Italy. It seemed every American tourist had his book in their hands following closely every piece of advice he offered. As I pondered my impending images, I looked up and there was Rick about 20 feet in front of me. Sometimes one has moments of brilliance, and mine was to yell…"Hey, Rick” and snap a photo when he looked. He smiled as I walked up and shook his hand, and dumbfoundedly I shared how much he contributed to my tour. He was very gracious as we spoke for about five minutes and then he continued producing his next PBS show on the Venice Lagoon including his favorite church, The Frari. As I walked away shocked by my accidental meeting, the clouds parted and the light transformed a perfect ambiance along this tiny, yet majestic canal.
    Venezia organica - evoluzione perpet..lore
  • “Fishing boat resting in front of the Sant'Anna Sorrento Restaurant - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. On our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the threat of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. A lonely boat gleamed in the late evening sun resting upon the wet sand. Saint Matthew’s account of Peter trying to walk on water came to mind: “Peter said to him in reply, ‘Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus. But when he saw how [strong] the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith,* why did you doubt?” After they got into the boat, the wind died down. Those who were in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.” (Matt: 14: 28-33) We left after lunch only to humbly return capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Peschereccio in appoggio davanti al ..etta
  • “The boat of San Pietro slumbers in the evening sun - Marina Grande Sorrento”…<br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourist, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the threat of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. A lonely white boat gleamed in the late evening sun resting upon the wet sand. Saint Matthew’s account of Peter trying to walk on water came to mind: “Peter said to him in reply, ‘Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus. But when he saw how [strong] the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith,* why did you doubt?” After they got into the boat, the wind died down. Those who were in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.” (Matt: 14: 28-33) We left after lunch only to humbly return again capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    La barca di San Pietro sonnecchia di..ento
  • “The sun sets on the diminutive Marina Grande - Sorrento”… <br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Il sole tramonta sul diminutivo Mari..ento
  • “Positano burst of color at sunset”…<br />
<br />
After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal.  After circling around the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image.  The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large amount of tourists and bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions.  Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California.  Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening.  I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village.  The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the cloud arrangement and contributed just enough rays of light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Positano scoppio di colore al tramonto
  • "Jesus of Nazareth - Sorrentino Fishing Boat - Marina Grande Sorrento"... <br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. Our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the threat of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. A lone boat rocked and gleamed adjacent to the mouth of the piccolo marina and the agitated sea. The vessel’s name on the back was: “Gesù di Nazareth.” How ironic! Reminiscent of Saint Matthew’s account of Jesus’ calming of the winds and the seas: "As Jesus got into a boat, his disciples followed him. Suddenly a violent storm came upon the sea so that the boat was being swamped by waves, but he was asleep. They came and woke him, saying, "Lord, save us! We are perishing!” He said to them, "Why are you terrified, O you of little faith?" Then he got up, rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. The men were amazed and said, "What sort of man is this, whom even the winds and the sea obey?" (Matt. 8:23- 27) We left after lunch only to humbly return capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Gesù di Nazareth - Peschereccio Sorr..ento
  • “Iridescent Venetian Sunset”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three glorious days in Venice.
    Iridescente Veneziano Tramonto
  • “The evening descends on the church of San Nicolò da Tolentino Venice - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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My second evening enjoying the mystical aura of the Veneziano light and color, I once again found myself meandering about without ever having a good idea of my destination. Leaving the hotel every morning, I always had a semblance of an idea of what I wanted to do, see, and photograph. However, Italy always seemed to change my plans turning the first corner of the day, only to fall in love once again with the cultural brilliance and colorful antiquity which personifies the Italian landscape. This was just the beginning of many mornings, days, and evenings of my Italian inauguration. As I stood gazing down the Tolentini Canal, the evening sun shone perfectly upon the campanile and tower of the Church of St. Nicholas of Tolentino. And once again, a flying seagull posed perfectly for the photo. This photograph is beautiful in its own right, but taking the time to finally capture the Venetian essence in a painting, added to the intoxicating appeal of the total allure of  Venice.
    La sera scende sulla chiesa di San N..etta
  • “The Venice canal reflects the small bridge in the early evening light - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define its dynamic persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever-changing light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice.
    Il canale di Venezia riflette il pic..etta
  • “Mystical Sunset above Marina Grande Sorrento”…<br />
<br />
This is one of the first sunset images over Marina Grande with the sun creating a light show in harmony with the clouds. The Bellissimo sunset illuminated the sky and water for a captivating and powerful image. The second evening in Sorrento, about the time I finally learned how to drive alongside the very crazy Vespa riders who have absolutely no rules for the road, I stumbled upon Sorrento’s famous Marina Grande. Grande means big, but it’s a tiny fishing village; hardly extensive, but very picturesque. Marina Grande was a Godsend that evening as it supported all the qualities a tired, hungry photographer was looking for: sunset, sea, sand, boats, skies, and great seafood. Did I say seafood? Arriving around 8:00 PM, just in time for dramatic sunset images, and leaving after dinner around midnight, the Marina was very Grande! I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time and a perfect dinner at my new favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Mistica Tramonto al di sopra Marina ..ento
  • “Illuminating glow of the Grand Canal in Venice”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic,” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Venturing about the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number one of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these captures were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload.  Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice. This has always been one of my favorite images taken from a little alley behind the famous Rialto Bridge peering down the Grand Canal. One cannot help notice the towering Campanile of The Chiesa dei Santi Apostoli di Cristo (Church of the Holy Apostles of Christ). It is a 7th-century Roman Catholic Church, and one of the oldest churches in the city. Not imposing from the exterior, but sacred-elegant and austere interiorly, very much worthy of Mass or just a visit.
    Illuminando bagliore del Canal Grand..ezia
  • “The Venetian evening sun illuminates the winding waterway - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three glorious days in Venice.
    Il sole della sera Veneziano illumin..etta
  • “Mystical Rays of the Evening Sun Shine Above Positano”…<br />
<br />
After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi Coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal. Circling the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image.  The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large number of tourists and the bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions.  Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California.  Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening.  I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village.  The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the cloud arrangement and contributed just enough rays of light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Raggi Mistico della Sera Sole Splend..tano
  • “Glowing Orange Reflection On The Venetian Canal – Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice. This image was taken around 7:30 PM on the first evening in Italy by a very exhausted adventurer, which inspired the discovery of the first of many new loves, Espresso!! This image was all but discarded after my developing skill let me down as the dark foreground of the canal and bright sunlit building clashed with too little or too much contrast.  A re-examination after nine years allowed me to reprocess the image, and to my surprise, the original reason I captured this image in the first place, revealed itself and has become a favorite.
    Incandescente Arancio Riflessione Su..etta
  • “Dome of San Nicola da Tolentino keeps vigil over the peaceful Canal of Venice - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice. This peaceful evening image was created standing at the intersection of two canals looking toward the dramatic sky as the distant campanile of St. Nicholas of Tolentino kept a watchful eye over Bellissimo Venezia.
    Cupola di San Nicola da Tolentino ma..etta
  • “Hotel Ca 'D'Oro Venice canal view”...<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Sometimes we get lucky and sometimes blessed…taking the water taxi during a downpour from the airport to my hotel was a bit disconcerting. However, when the sun finally came out, my little hotel became the key to the entire Venetian world! The view from the tiny hotel port…..how lucky can one be?
    Albergo Ca 'D'Oro Venezia vista canale
  • “Heaven Reigns of Glorious Snow on the Church of San Sebastiano in the Bavarian Alps - Painting by Dino Carbetta "...<br />
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Psalms 42:2-6 – “As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God? My tears have been my bread day and night, as they ask me every day, “Where is your God?” Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I would cross over to the shrine of the Mighty One, to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival. Why are you downcast, my soul; why do you groan within me? Wait for God, for I shall again praise him, my savior and my God.” The beautiful Bavarian church was built in 1512 under Prince Provost Gregor Rainer is consecrated to Saints Sebastian and Fabian and lies only 161 miles from Bolzano, Italy. In the late gothic built style, the 16th-century church has been extended several times and provided with a stone tower in 1611. It was finally redesigned in baroque style together with the tower built in 1700 and covered with an onion dome and wooden shingles. To the east of the church is the historic cemetery, which is adjacent to the war memorial in memory of the Ramsau people who died in World War II. In 1960 US President Eisenhower painted the church by hand based on a color photo. His work was reproduced as a Christmas present for the White House staff and published in the European edition of Stars and Stripes, the daily newspaper of the US armed forces. I found the beautiful snowy church and mountains to be a perfect backdrop in a faithful description of this Psalms bible passage.
    Il Paradiso Regna del Neve Gloriosa ..etta
  • In God Is Our Trust ... Painting by Dino Carbetta<br />
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“O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home and the war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace may the heav'n rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto - "In God is our trust," And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” (The Star-Spangled Banner)<br />
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“While they were eating, Jesus took bread, said the blessing, broke it, and giving it to his disciples said, "Take and eat; this is my body." Then he took a cup, gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you, for this is my blood of the covenant, which will be shed on behalf of many for the forgiveness of sins." (Mt 26:26-28)<br />
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This image represents many things… In only 244 years, the United States of America has risen from untapped wilderness to unequivocal leadership of the world. The Red, White, and Blue or  Star-Spangled Banner, has stood tall in victory and defeat. The blood of our people shed for freedom; “the land of the free and the home of the brave.” “Praise the power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! The color Red represents our very blood, and faith in the “Blood of Christ.” And this be our motto - "In God is our trust."  Dino Carbetta
    In God Is Our Trust ... Painting by ..etta
  • "The evening sun breaks through the clouds above Positano"... <br />
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After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi Coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal. After circling the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image. The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun. Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large number of tourists and the bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions. Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California. Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening. I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village. The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the cloud arrangement and contributed just enough light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Il sole della sera attraversa le nuv..tano
  • "Luminance of Christ - Cathedral of Sorrento - Contrasting color"...<br />
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The main church in Sorrento is the Duomo, also known as the Cathedral of San Filippo and San Giacomo, which is concealed right in the heart of the town.  Sorrento is not known as a pilgrimage site, but a beautiful seaside resort village. The Duomo dates as far back as the 11th century but was completely rebuilt in the 15th century in Romanesque style. The façade is very plain for a Cathedral of such interior grandeur, which has three naves separated by pillars and a very ornate ceiling. Next to the cathedral is a bell tower resting on an arch with four columns, which dates back to medieval times.  Inconspicuously, I entered the cathedral and saw only a dozen elderly women sitting in the front pews reciting aloud a novena.  Not wanting to disturb them, I ventured around quietly and was taken aback by the reverent beauty and peaceful aura of the magnificent Duomo.  Hanging above the Altar was a lifelike Crucifix. It was not as large as it appears in the photos; however, the closer I ventured…the more mesmerized I became.  Slowly and quietly moving about, from different angles I was able to capture dramatic images of window light mystically illuminating Christ.  This image with the sunlight shining through the window is one of the most meaningful and favorite images from my Italian journey.  I believe that if you gaze for a minute or two, you will also be transported on a remarkable journey.
    Luminanza di Cristo - Cattedrale di ..asto
  • “Colorful reflections along the narrow canal in Venice”…<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three glorious days in Venice.
    Colorate riflessioni lungo il strett..ezia
  • “Misty sunset over Marina Grande Sorrento - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Tramonto nebbioso su Marina Grande S..etta
  • “The boat of Saints Giacomo and Giovanni rests in the evening sun - Marina Grande Sorrento”…<br />
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Mt. Chapter 4:20-22 “At once they left their nets and followed him. He walked along from there and saw two other brothers, James, the son of Zebedee, and his brother John. They were in a boat, with their father Zebedee, mending their nets. He called them, and immediately they left their boat and their father and followed him.” Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    La barca dei Santi Giacomo e Giovann..ento
  • "Late afternoon light illuminates the saturated colors of Venice"...<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. This image was taken near a small canal in front of The Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari (St. Mary of the Friars), known locally as Frari, one of the great churches of Venice. The late afternoon sunlight stimulated the glowing, magical, and saturated Venetian colors.
    La luce del tardo pomeriggio illumin..ezia
  • “The church of Santa Maria Assunta guards the coast of Positano”…<br />
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I never ventured to attempt many photos in the hot daylight sun of Italy; however, as the sun dropped down behind the cliffs of Positano in early evening…the lighting on the picturesque Amalfi village brought out the depth of color and highlighted the plush vegetation.  Around 5:00pm, I positioned the camera at the edge of the opposing cliff to frame this image allowing the colors to derive their true spectrum of light and power.  The focal point of most views of Positano is the church of Santa Maria Assunta.  The colorful dome is made of majolica tiles which are very prominent on the Amalfi Coast, and the church contains a thirteenth-century Byzantine icon of the legendary Black Madonna.
    La chiesa di Santa Maria Assunta cus..tano
  • “Sorrentini tired fishing boats - Marina Grande Sorrento - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. On our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Sorrentini barche da pesca stanche -..etta
  • “The sunset breaking through the rain clouds over Marina Grande Sorrento”…<br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. The brilliant heavenly evening sun upon the Marina offered reverent thoughts of Sunday’s Mass. “Now the people were filled with expectation, and all were asking in their hearts whether John might be the Messiah. John answered them all, saying, “I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:15-17) We left after lunch only to humbly return again capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Il tramonto che attraversa le nuvole..ento
  • "The brave little boat faces threatening skies during a dramatic sunset over Marina Grande Sorrento - Painting"...<br />
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Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourist, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the threat of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. A lonely boat gleamed in the late evening sun resting upon the silent waves. Saint Matthew’s account of Peter trying to walk on water came to mind: “Peter said to him in reply, ‘Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus. But when he saw how [strong] the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith,* why did you doubt?” After they got into the boat, the wind died down. Those who were in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.” (Matt: 14: 28-33) We left after lunch only to humbly return again capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    La coraggiosa barchetta affronta min..tura
  • “The colors of Capri”…<br />
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On the third morning in Sorrento, I departed on a high speed Ferry to the island of Capri.  Although promoting high-speed, it still took over an hour to arrive at the very crowded Island.  Capri is located off the coast of Naples and there must be a new Ferry full of tourists arriving every 20 minutes throughout the day.  Famous for its Blue Grotto, which I did not venture to this trip, Capri is a picturesque Mediterranean retreat with high cliffs and ancient Roman villas. The highlight of my visit was the small and very crowded bus ride along the cliffs edge to Anacapri.  I was standing closest to the door on the right side of the bus during the assent up the mountainside.  All I could see was the rocky shore below and with every leaning left turn, prayed desperately I would make it to the top.  Anacapri is a historic mountaintop town with commanding views of Capri and the sea below.  This image was taken in the Bay of Capri while waiting for the last Ferry back to Sorrento.  My eye caught the color of the blue boat and it was the same color of the late afternoon sky.  Ironically, the name on the side of the little boat was “colori”…meaning colors.
    Il colori di Capri
  • "The evening sun explodes in the clouds above Marina Grande Sorrento"...<br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. A white boat rested in the brilliant evening sun upon the wet sand offering reverent thoughts of Sunday’s Mass. “Now the people were filled with expectation, and all were asking in their hearts whether John might be the Messiah. John answered them all, saying, “I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:15-17) We left after lunch only to humbly return again capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Il sole della sera esplode tra le nu..ento
  • “Sorrento panorama of tired fishing boats - Marina Grande Sorrento – Vintage”…<br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Panorama sorrentino di barche da pes..nata
  • "Sorrento panorama of tired fishing boats - Marina Grande Sorrento"...<br />
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Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures of Italy. Our last day on the bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the promise of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. We left after lunch only to humbly return perceiving the brilliant orange skies cascading down upon the piccolo village as a gift from Heaven. Glorious rumination abounds with the thought of sacred scripture; “John answered them all, saying, ‘I am baptizing you with water, but one mightier than I is coming. I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” (Luke 3:16-17) I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Panorama sorrentino di barche da pes..ento
  • “Ominous evening clouds above Positano - BW”…<br />
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After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal.  After circling around the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image.  The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large amount of tourists and bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions.  Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California.  Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening.  I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village.  The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the ominous clouds, and contributed just enough light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Infausto sera nuvole sopra Positano - BW
  • “Dramatic sunset over Positano”…<br />
<br />
After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal.  After circling around the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image.  The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large amount of tourists and bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions.  Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California.  Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening.  I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village.  The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the ominous clouds, and contributed just enough light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Drammatica Positano oltre tramonto
  • “Cross and Dome of Santa Maria Assunta in Positano”…<br />
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I never ventured to attempt many photos in the hot daylight sun of Italy; however, as the sun dropped down behind the cliffs of Positano in early evening…the lighting on the picturesque Amalfi village brought out the depth of color and highlighted the plush vegetation.  Around 5:00pm, I positioned the camera at the edge of the opposing cliff to frame this image allowing the colors to derive their true spectrum of light and power.  The focal point of most views of Positano is the church of Santa Maria Assunta.  The colorful dome is made of majolica tiles which are very prominent on the Amalfi Coast, and the church contains a thirteenth-century Byzantine icon of the legendary Black Madonna.
    Croce e Cupola Santa Maria Assunta a..tano
  • “Venice Sun Evening Reflections”…<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona.  Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out.  Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope.  Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul.  My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images.  Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload.  Sometimes we get lucky, and sometimes blessed…taking the water taxi during a downpour from the airport to my hotel was a bit disconcerting.  However, when the sun finally came out, my little hotel became the key to the entire Venetian world!  The view from the tiny hotel dock as the sun breaks, and one of the first 75 images taken in Italy.
    Venezia Sole di Sera Riflessioni
  • "The colors burst while the evening fades over Positano"...<br />
<br />
Taking an evening stroll along the strada of Positano, the sun reflected off the hillside forcing the colorful villas to pose just one more time. All indications seemed to verify that late May in Positano presented a spectacular pallet of every color under God’s rainbow. This quaint seaside village stimulated one’s senses, aggrandizing its chest and boasting specular perfection. I cannot imagine a more benevolent time of year than during late spring to visit the bellissimo Amalfi coast. This image was one of my last of the evening before a long hike up to the terrace of Hotel Montemare's famous restaurant. Finally, time to relax and unwind while admiring yet another truly breathtaking sea view of <br />
Positano Bay and the colorful village above.
    I colori scoppiano mentre la sera si..tano
  • "Evening falls on the cross and dome of Santa Maria Assunta in Positano" ...<br />
<br />
I never ventured to attempt many photos in the hot daylight sun of Italy; however, as the sun dropped down behind the cliffs of Positano in early evening…the lighting on the picturesque Amalfi village brought out the depth of color and highlighted the plush vegetation. Around 5:00pm, I positioned the camera at the edge of the opposing cliff to frame this image allowing the colors to derive their true spectrum of light and power. The focal point of most views of Positano is the church of Santa Maria Assunta. The colorful dome is made of majolica tiles which are very prominent on the Amalfi Coast, and the church contains a thirteenth-century Byzantine icon of the legendary Black Madonna.
    Sera scende sulla croce e Cupola di ..tano
  • "The Dome of Santa Maria Assunta in Positano lights by evening sun"...<br />
<br />
I never ventured to attempt many photos in the hot daylight sun of Italy; however, as the sun dropped down behind the cliffs of Positano in early evening…the lighting on the picturesque Amalfi village brought out the depth of color and highlighted the plush vegetation.  Around 5:00pm, I positioned the camera at the edge of the opposing cliff to frame this image allowing the colors to derive their true spectrum of light and power.  The focal point of most views of Positano is the church of Santa Maria Assunta.  The colorful dome is made of majolica tiles which are very prominent on the Amalfi Coast, and the church contains a thirteenth-century Byzantine icon of the legendary Black Madonna.
    Il Cupola di Santa Maria Assunta a P..sera
  • “Madonna with Franciscan Saints - Basilica of Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari – Venice”…<br />
<br />
Lk 2:22-32: “When the days were completed for their purification according to the law of Moses, Mary and Joseph took Jesus up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord,<br />
just as it is written in the law of the Lord, ‘Every male that opens the womb shall be consecrated to the Lord, and to offer the sacrifice of a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons,’ in accordance with the dictate in the law of the Lord. Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon. This man was righteous and devout, awaiting the consolation of Israel,<br />
and the Holy Spirit was upon him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he should not see death before he had seen the Christ of the Lord. He came in the Spirit into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus to perform the custom of the law in regard to him, he took him into his arms and blessed God, saying: ‘Now, Master, you may let your servant go in peace, according to your word, for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you prepared in the sight of all the peoples: a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and glory for your people Israel.” In the Santi Francescani's Chapel, I photographed this masterpiece by Bernardino Licinio painted in 1535 of the seated Virgin and Child. On the left are St. Francis, St. Mark, St. Bonaventura, and St. Clare. On the right are St. Anthony, St. Andrew, St. Louis, St. John the Baptist, and the face of St. Elizabeth of Hungary. Licinio's portrayal was ‘not for the nobility of expression, but the splendor of the color and sense of motion.’ The aggregate of the artwork involved in Santa Maria Gloriosa is a bit overwhelming. It is surely not the norm for the simplistic stylings of the Franciscans. The Basilica di Frari is one of my favorite churches in all of Italy. Outwardly nondescript, walking through the doorway, one is instantly overwhelmed by its ancient beauty and grandeur.
    Madonna con Santi Francescani - Basi..ezia
  • “Resting fishing boat in front of the Sant'Anna restaurant – Sorrento”… <br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. On our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain-threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the threat of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. A lonely boat gleamed in the late evening sun resting upon the wet sand. Saint Matthew’s account of Peter trying to walk on water came to mind: “Peter said to him in reply, ‘Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus. But when he saw how [strong] the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith,* why did you doubt?” After they got into the boat, the wind died down. Those who were in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.” (Matt: 14: 28-33) We left after lunch only to humbly return capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Riposo peschereccio di fronte al ris..ento
  • “Church of San Nicola da Tolentino – Veneto”…<br />
<br />
My second evening enjoying the mystical aura of the Veneziano light and color, I once again found myself meandering about without ever having a good idea of my destination.  Leaving the hotel every morning, I always had a semblance of an idea of what I wanted to do, see, and photograph.  However, Italy always seemed to change my plans turning the first corner of the day, only to fall in love once again with the cultural brilliance and colorful antiquity that personifies the Italian landscape.  This was just the beginning of many mornings, days, and evenings of my Italian inauguration.  As I stood gazing down the colorful Tolentini Canal, the evening sun shone perfectly upon the campanile and tower of the Church of St. Nicholas of Tolentino. “Jesus spoke to them again, saying, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” JN 8:12
    Chiesa di San Nicola da Tolentino - ..neto
  • “The translucent Paraclete descends over the Rio Marin Foundation of the Great School of San Giovanni Evangelista – Venice”…<br />
<br />
The last day of our Pilgrimage was spent in one of the most iconic locations on earth, Venice! Busing to the docks at the Venetian Lagoon from Padua to catch our private boat to the Basilica di San Marco, an exemplary spiritual treasure for a special Mass. Touring the crowded Doge’s Palace proceeded, then set free to breathe in as much of the Venetian Island as possible until our final farewell dinner and return flight home in the morning. As standard fare, my fellow Pilgrim Patrick and I took off out of the starting gate with the notion to capture the entirety of Venice in a half of a day on foot. I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely recognizable seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out. Morning fog gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning mist… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. It was a Bellissimo Spring day and the atmosphere that is exclusively Venice was intoxicating. We artfully meandered the narrow walkways and canals with a keen rhythm and capture of all that was superior. Not a thought of distance occurred in our surreptitious mission of Venice. We finally made it by dusk to our waterway restaurant Ristorante Pizzería Da Alvise, which was authentic and excellent.
    Il Paraclito traslucido discende sop..ezia
  • “Saint Joseph and the young Jesus in the Basilica of Sant'Antonino Sorrento”…<br />
<br />
Legend has it in the sixth century, a boy was playing on the beaches of Sorrento when suddenly, a sea creature appeared through the waves, swallowing him whole. Horrified, his mother ran to the local monastery, where she begged the abbot to save her child’s life. Remarkably, the abbot was able to bring the child back from the shadow of death, virtually unharmed. This is one of the many miracles attributed to Sorrento’s patron saint, San Antonino. La Basilica di San Antonino, one of the oldest Catholic churches in Sorrento. Built during the Baroque period, its influence shines throughout the church. Different colors of marble create a colorful display around the frescoes depicting the miracles attributed to the Saint’s life. Perhaps the most breathtaking part of the church is the crypt, directly below the altar. With white as its primary color, an angelic essence feels palpable between the walls. Small sculptures of cherubs line the two halls leading to the crypt. San Antonino was buried between the walls. In the middle of the crypt is a statue of San Antonino, its craft making it seem as if the Saint is living. One of my great memories, as I meandered about the rather large crypt in the silent church, looking through the altar to the front doors, opening…an elderly Italian man entered slowly toward the crypt. He nodded his head toward me and moved in front of the eternal candle and relics of San Antonino. He silently put his hand upon them and bowed his head in prayer as if he had done this every day of his life. Moved by his devotion and reverence, as he nodded in his exit…I imitated his every movement and prayed to this patron saint of Sorrento. This was one of my first stops on the Amalfi coast, and after two visits to the bellissimo Sorrentino coast, I always feel like I am comfortably and spiritual home.
    San Giuseppe e il giovane Gesù nella..ento
  • “The organic colors and shapes of Venice”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona.  Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out.  Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope.  This image was taken along a small canal in front of The Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari (St. Mary of the Friars), known locally as Frari, one of the great churches of Venice.  Ironically, before my Italian journey, I read Rick Steves travel book on Italy and watched all of his shows made in Italy.  It seemed every American tourist had his book in their hands following closely every piece of advice he offered.  As I pondered my impending images, I looked up and there was Rick about 20 feet in front of me.  Sometimes one has moments of brilliance, and mine was to yell…”hey Rick” and snap a photo when he looked.  He actually smiled as I walked up and shook his hand, and dumbfoundedly I shared how much he contributed to my trip.  He was very gracious as we spoke for about five minutes and then he continued producing his next PBS show on the Venice Lagoon including his favorite church, Frari.  As I walked away shocked by my accidental meeting, the clouds parted and the light struck a perfect note along this tiny majestic canal.
    Le organici colori e forme di Venezia
  • “Late afternoon sun illuminates Positano”…<br />
<br />
I never ventured to attempt many photos in the hot daylight sun of Italy; however, as the sun dropped down behind the cliffs of Positano in early evening…the lighting on the picturesque Amalfi village brought out the depth of color and highlighted the plush vegetation.  Around 5:00pm, I positioned the camera at the edge of the opposing cliff to frame this image allowing the colors to derive their true spectrum of light and power.
    Sole del tardo pomeriggio illumina P..tano
  • “Father Peek 'raises the consecrated host for adoration - Sorrento Cathedral - Painting by Dino Carbetta”… <br />
<br />
The reflection of Father Peek in “The Elevation of the Host” is after genuflection in adoration. The priest raises the Host so that the Faithful may also adore Jesus Christ, true God and true Man present on the altar. Look at the sacred Body of Jesus and then say with all your heart (interiorly): "I adore Thee, O Sacred Body of Jesus Christ, Thou art my Lord and my God; I believe in Thee, I hope in Thee, I love Thee above all things. “Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. On our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. The main church in Sorrento is the Duomo, also known as the Cathedral of San Filippo and San Giacomo, which is concealed right in the heart of the town. Sorrento is not known as a pilgrimage site, but a beautiful seaside resort village. The Duomo dates as far back as the 11th century but was completely rebuilt in the 15th century in Romanesque style. The façade is very plain for a Cathedral of such interior grandeur, which has three naves separated by pillars and a very ornate ceiling. Next to the cathedral is a bell tower resting on an arch with four columns, which dates back to medieval times. I am not an expert in, nor born in Marina Grande or Sorrento, but the Gulf of Naples is where my Grandfather and his family are from. It seems that every time I have set foot in this tiny village, the skies explode with color and welcome its former lineage home. Shortly after the last picture was captured, it was meal time with the entire Pilgrimage group. A perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare, was enjoyed by all!
    Padre Peek 'eleva Consacrata l'ostia..etta
  • “To Give to the Light – The Holy Family – Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
<br />
Dare alla luce: Italian verb: To give birth. In Italian, the literal translation of “to give birth”— “Dare alla Luce”— is: “to give to the light.” An exquisite phrase to describe the beauty and wonder of childbirth. Advent comes from the Latin ad+venire, which means, essentially “To come to,” or “to come toward.” Ad+venire is the root of the Latin “Adventus” which means “arrival.” So Advent is the season of arrival: The arrival of Christ in our hearts, in the world, and into God’s extraordinary plan for our salvation. Beginning the Church's liturgical year, Advent is the season encompassing the four Sundays leading up to the celebration of Christmas. The people of Israel waited for generations for the promised Messiah to arrive. Their poetry, their songs and stories, and their religious worship focused on an awaited savior, whom God had promised, over and over, would come to them to set them free from captivity, and to lead them to the fulfillment of all that God had chosen for them. Israel longed for a Messiah, and John the Baptist, who came before Jesus, promised that the Messiah was coming, and could be found in Jesus Christ, God’s Son, the “Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.” Advent is a season in the Church’s life intended to renew the experience of waiting, and longing, for the Messiah. Though Christ has already come into the world, the Church invites us to renew our desire for the Lord more deeply into our lives and to renew our desire for Christ’s triumphant second coming into the world. Our Advent readings call us to be alert and ready, not weighted down and distracted by the cares of this world (Lk 21:34-36). Like Lent, the liturgical color for Advent is purple since both are seasons that prepare us for great feast days. Advent also includes an element of penance in the sense of preparing, quieting, and disciplining our hearts for the full joy of Christmas.
    Dare Alla Luce - La Sacra Famiglia -..etta
  • “Dome of San Nicola da Tolentino keeps vigil over the peaceful Canal of Venice”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice. This peaceful evening image was created standing at the intersection of two canals looking toward the dramatic sky as the distant campanile of St. Nicholas of Tolentino kept a watchful eye over Bellissimo Venezia.
    Cupola di San Nicola da Tolentino ma..ezia
  • “The Venice canal reflects the small bridge in the early evening light"...<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define its dynamic persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever-changing light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice.
    Il canale di Venezia riflette il pic..sera
  • “The abandoned entrance of the past beyond Calle Dose from Ponte Venezia”…<br />
<br />
The last day of our Pilgrimage was spent in one of the most iconic locations on earth, Venice! Busing to the docks at the Venetian Lagoon from Padua to catch our private boat to the Basilica di San Marco, an exemplary spiritual treasure for a special Mass. Touring the crowded Doge’s Palace proceeded, then set free to breathe in as much of the Venetian Island as possible until our final farewell dinner and return flight home in the morning. As standard fare, my fellow Pilgrim Patrick and I took off out of the starting gate with the notion to capture the entirety of Venice in a half of a day on foot. I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic;” however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely recognizable seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out. Morning fog gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning mist… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. It was a Bellissimo Spring day and the atmosphere that is exclusively Venice was intoxicating. We artfully meandered the narrow walkways and canals with a keen rhythm and capture of all that was superior. Not a thought of distance occurred in our surreptitious mission of Venice. We finally made it by dusk to our waterway restaurant Ristorante Pizzería Da Alvise, which was authentic and excellent.
    L'ingresso abbandonato del passato o..ezia
  • "Jesus of Nazareth Panorama - Sorrentino Fishing Boat - Marina Grande Sorrento"... <br />
<br />
Duomo di Sorrento is one of my favorite hidden treasures in Italy. Our last day on the Bellissimo Amalfi Coast, Father Peak offered a venerable morning Mass for our semi-exhausted group of Pilgrims upon the High Altar. Hallelujah, it was our first free day of the 2019 Pilgrimage and most were heading to Capri. I convinced my fellow Pilgrim Patrick that Marina Grande was the preferred location to commemorate this rain threatened day. Sunday afternoon in this tiny hallowed port on the Mediterranean was bustling, not with tourists, but with energetic and unassuming locals. The misty skies were vulnerable all day with the threat of rain, but the reluctant sun penetrated the clouds for a few fortuitous moments. God painted the skies for brief moments with luminous pastel elements of abstract color. A lone boat rocked and gleamed adjacent to the mouth of the piccolo marina and the agitated sea. The vessel’s name on the back was: “Gesù di Nazareth.” How ironic! Reminiscent of Saint Matthew’s account of Jesus’ calming of the winds and the seas: "As Jesus got into a boat, his disciples followed him. Suddenly a violent storm came upon the sea so that the boat was being swamped by waves, but he was asleep. They came and woke him, saying, "Lord, save us! We are perishing!” He said to them, "Why are you terrified, O you of little faith?" Then he got up, rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. The men were amazed and said, "What sort of man is this, whom even the winds and the sea obey?" (Matt. 8:23- 27) We left after lunch only to humbly return again capturing the evening seascape a few hours before our reservation with the entire Pilgrimage group for a perfect dinner at my favorite restaurant, Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare.
    Gesù di Nazareth Panorama - Peschere..ento
  • “As reflections abound ... the canal stops in Venice”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona.  Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out.  Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope.  Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul.  My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images.  Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload.  Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice.
    Come riflessioni abbondano ... il ca..ezia
  • “The mystical evening sunlight peeking through the clouds of Positano”…<br />
<br />
After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal.  After circling around the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image.  The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large amount of tourists and bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions.  Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California.  Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening.  I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village.  The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the cloud arrangement and contributed just enough light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    I raggi sera mistico del sole capoli..tano
  • “Bougainvillea anticipates sunset above Positano cliff side”…<br />
<br />
As the sun set on the second exhilarating day in Positano, the villas and flowers posed graciously one last time for this weary photographer. All indications seemed to verify that late May in Positano presented a spectacular pallet of every color under God’s rainbow. This quaint seaside village stimulated one’s senses, aggrandizing its chest and boasting specular perfection. I cannot imagine a more benevolent time of year than during late spring to visit the bellissimo Amalfi coast. This image was my last of the evening before a long hike up to the terrace of Hotel Montemare's famous restaurant. Finally, time to relax and unwind while admiring yet another truly breathtaking sea view of Positano Bay.
    Bougainvillea antecipa tramonto di s..iera
  • "Positano Hotel La Bougainville walking along Via Cristoforo Colombo"...<br />
<br />
As evening descended upon the second exhilarating day in Positano, the villas and flowers posed graciously one last time for this weary photographer. All indications seemed to verify that late May in Positano presented a spectacular pallet of every color under God’s rainbow. This quaint seaside village stimulated one’s senses, aggrandizing its chest and boasting specular perfection. I cannot imagine a more benevolent time of year than during late spring to visit the bellissimo Amalfi coast. This image was my last of the evening before a long hike up to the terrace of Hotel Montemare's famous restaurant. Finally, time to relax and unwind while admiring yet another truly breathtaking sea view of Positano Bay.
    Positano Hotel La Bougainville da pa..ombo
  • “Venetian Pink Reflections”…<br />
<br />
I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever-changing persona. Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the dynamic light and active tide coming in and out. Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine. The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at the first glimpse of sunlight. The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became a passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope. Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images. Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload. Canal sunsets became the norm of my three days in Venice. This image is a combination of two to make a narrow “pink” canal panorama.
    Riflessi Rosa Veneziani
  • “Excitement abounds as the warm summer evening falls on Positano”…<br />
<br />
After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi Coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal. After circling the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image. The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large number of tourists and the bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions. Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California. Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening. I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village. The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the cloud arrangement and contributed just enough rays of light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Eccitazione abbonda come la calda se..tano
  • “Hotel Oasi Neumann former Monastery Le Contesse Cortona”…<br />
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As I photographed the ancient church Santa Maria delle Grazie Calcinaio and awaited the magic hour of twilight, the illuminating reflection of light on the former Monastery glowed mystically in the background. The wispy evening clouds appeared like waves on the blue seas of the Mediterranean and created a bellissimo contrast of color and light. Just a few meters from Cortona Etruscan walls, standing majestically and perched atop the unique and strategic hilltop, rests the ancient monastery of Le Contesse, known today as the restored Hotel Oasi Neumann. This was the first community of Clarisse nuns who moved to this location in 1225. Cortona was perhaps the most quaint and charming of towns during my Italian journey, and I was surprised to see the University of Georgia has maintained a campus there since 1970. If one has the legs and heart to traverse the steep grades of this ancient Tuscan village, Cortona offers great rewards and blessings under the bellissimo Tuscan Sun.
    Albergo Oasi Neumann ex Monastero Le..tona
  • "The magical twilight time of Positano"...<br />
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After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal. After circling around the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image. The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun. Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large amount of tourists and bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions. Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California. Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening. I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village. The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the ominous clouds, and contributed just enough light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    L'orario magica crepuscolo di Positano
  • “Ominous evening clouds above Positano”…<br />
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After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal.  After circling around the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image.  The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun.  Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large amount of tourists and bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions.  Walking the length of the beach, I found a very, very steep staircase leading straight up to a large veranda at the Albergo California.  Taking an exhaustive seat on a plush lounge chair with a perfect view to watch the sunset behind the Amalfi Cliffs, I was taken back by a pleasant Italian (Positano) waiter from the hotel offering a towel, ice water, and drinks for the evening.  I expressed that I was not staying at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to educate me on the culture of this historic resort village.  The sunset was being coy and didn’t appear to cooperate, but during opportune moments it mystified the ominous clouds, and contributed just enough light and color to satisfy a weary photographer.
    Infausto sera nuvole sopra Positano
  • “Venice blue boat”…<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona.  Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out.  Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope.  Heading out the first afternoon with no sleep since leaving Atlanta the day before, I was exhausted yet had so much adrenaline and utter excitement emanating from my soul. My heart, eyes, and brain forced me to follow the light and take photos; thus, the first day of thirty began with number 1 of 6500 images.  Not until I began writing these descriptions did I realize that many of these were taken the day I arrived in Venice…it was sensory overload.  Sometimes we get lucky, and sometimes blessed…taking the water taxi during a downpour from the airport to my hotel was a bit disconcerting.  However, when the sun finally came out, my little hotel became the key to the entire Venetian world!  The view from the tiny hotel dock as the sun breaks…
    Venezia azzurro barca
  • "Beautiful spring afternoon on the Rio del Frari - Venice"...<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona.  Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out.  Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope.  This image was taken along a small canal in front of The Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari (St. Mary of the Friars), known locally as Frari, one of the great churches of Venice.  Ironically, before my Italian journey, I read Rick Steves travel book on Italy and watched all of his shows made in Italy.  It seemed every American tourist had his book in their hands following closely every piece of advice he offered.  As I pondered my impending images, I looked up and there was Rick about 20 feet in front of me.  Sometimes one has moments of brilliance, and mine was to yell…”hey Rick” and snap a photo when he looked.  He actually smiled as I walked up and shook his hand, and dumbfoundedly I shared how much he contributed to my trip.  He was very gracious as we spoke for about five minutes and then he continued producing his next PBS show on the Venice Lagoon including his favorite church, Frari.  As I walked away shocked by my accidental meeting, the clouds parted and the light struck a perfect note along this tiny majestic canal.
    Bellissimo primavera pomeriggio sul ..ezia
  • “Colorful spring afternoon on Rio del Frari – Venice”…<br />
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I am not sure if I am the first to describe Venice as “organic”; however, there has never been a more perfect description to define Venice’s ever changing persona.  Venice is perhaps the most uniquely iconic seaside city in the world, and its impression changes by the minute with the ever changing light and active tide coming in and out.  Flying into Venice via the USA, I was met with torrential rains in the early morning, which finally gave way to afternoon sunshine.  The creaky, wet, gloomy, old, decaying Venice sinking and soaking in the morning rain… opened like flower petals in the springtime at first glimpse of sunlight.  The organic lagoon began to blossom as if the decay became antique, the gloom became passion, the creaky became sweet sounds, and the desperate island illuminated with life, color, and hope.  This image was taken along a small canal in front of The Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari (St. Mary of the Friars), known locally as Frari, one of the great churches of Venice.  Ironically, before my Italian journey, I read Rick Steves travel book on Italy and watched all of his shows made in Italy.  It seemed every American tourist had his book in their hands following closely every piece of advice he offered.  As I pondered my impending images, I looked up and there was Rick about 20 feet in front of me.  Sometimes one has moments of brilliance, and mine was to yell…”hey Rick” and snap a photo when he looked.  He actually smiled as I walked up and shook his hand, and dumbfoundedly I shared how much he contributed to my trip.  He was very gracious as we spoke for about five minutes and then he continued producing his next PBS show on the Venice Lagoon including his favorite church, Frari.  As I walked away shocked by my accidental meeting, the clouds parted and the light struck a perfect note along this tiny majestic canal.
    Colorato primavera pomeriggio sul Ri..ezia
  • "Fog descends on Hotel Oasi Neumann former Monastery Le Contesse Cortona"...<br />
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As I photographed the ancient church Santa Maria delle Grazie Calcinaio and awaited the magic hour of twilight, the illuminating reflection of light on the former Monastery glowed mystically in the background. The wispy evening clouds appeared like waves on the blue seas of the Mediterranean and created a bellissimo contrast of color and light. Just a few meters from Cortona Etruscan walls, standing majestically and perched atop the unique and strategic hilltop, rests the ancient monastery of Le Contesse, known today as the restored Hotel Oasi Neumann. This was the first community of Clarisse nuns who moved to this location in 1225. Cortona was perhaps the most quaint and charming of towns during my Italian journey, and I was surprised to see the University of Georgia has maintained a campus there since 1970.  If one has the legs and heart to traverse the steep grades of this ancient Tuscan village, Cortona offers great rewards and blessings under the bellissimo Tuscan Sun.
    Nebbia scende su Albergo Oasi Neuman..tona
  • "St. Jerome in front of the Miracle of St. Joseph of Cupertino - Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari Venezia”...<br />
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Alessandro Vittoria sculpted the statue of St Jerome in 1564 and resembles the famous statues by Michelangelo in the sacristy of St. Lorenzo in Florence. St. Jerome was defined as “one of the most famous works of the 1500s,” imitating Michelangelo’s style. The expression, the realistic likeness to the human form, the strength, and finesse demonstrate the introspective talent of the artist. The Miracle of St. Joseph of Cupertino is by Giuseppe Nogari in the 18th century. Joseph of Cupertino is most famous for levitating at prayer. He painted mainly half-body portraits, either real or of historical and religious figures. They are striking for their emotional content, subdued decoration, and coloration, and often display aged individuals in somewhat homely or shabby attire with a dark background. The Basilica di Frari is one of my most favorite churches in all of Italy. Outwardly nondescript, walking through the doorway, one is instantly overwhelmed by its ancient beauty and grandeur. My imagination explodes with a fascinating impression of great history, artistic brilliance, and the “Holy” who have embarked upon this monumental “Basilica masterpiece!” “Frari,” is a very large Gothic church of the early 15th-century, initially built of brick (like many Franciscan churches designed for preaching to large crowds, but now filled with elaborate paintings and tombs.) The interior is light and spacious and claims are often made for the Frari being almost a museum of Venetian Renaissance art. Just like most former tourists of Italy, one yearns for the delectable anamnesis of Gelato. I agree with that memorable thought, but I also hunger and languish for Venice and all its hidden spirituality that most simply overlook.
    San Girolamo di fronte al Miracolo d..ezia
  • “Crucifixion beyond the entrance to the Abbey of Santa Giustina – Padua”…<br />
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Our Pilgrimage finally arrived in Padua and after lunch, we discovered the Abbey of Santa Giustina attached to the Basilica built in the 6th century. It contains the relics of multiple saints (including those of St. Luke the Evangelist). Shaped in the form of a Latin cross, the prodigious Basilica of St. Giustina is one of the most colossal in all of Christianity. The grandeur of the building is enhanced by the Prato della Valle which it overlooks. There are 3 main chapels: the presbytery and 2 chapels for Saints Luke and Matthew that form the transepts and each aisle has six small chapels. The Abbey and the Basilica of St. Anthony were two of my foremost surprises and a must-see on a Pilgrimage to Italy. Unfortunately, pictures were allowed only in St. Giustina, but not in the latter. Initially, I was a bit overwhelmed at the imposing wide open space of the Basilica. The high altar seemed an eternity away. It is difficult to give one a perspective of just how spacious and immense many of these basilicas can be, not only in pictures but in words. The colorful geometric marble floor leads one to the main altar, but only adds to the great depth, size, and dimension of the Basilica. A curiously placed Crucifix standing about 6’ tall is located just inside the colossal nave and appears diminutive below the 26 pillars supporting the 8 cupolas. As most basilicas are traditionally dark depending on the sunlight, the Crucifix was almost a complete faint silhouette only lit by the dome windows above the altar. Standing as close as possible with a telephoto perspective, I was able to reverse the impression of size and portray the grandiosity Christ deserves, as well as the original artist. The distant window light bled over the body and illuminated the darkness. The glow of the original beauty has become radiant. Framed by the brilliant distant archways, the Crucifixion becomes transformed.
    Crocifissione oltre l'ingresso dell'..dova
  • “Orvieto ancient Etruscan walls and rain soaked hardscape overlook the local vineyards - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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Orvieto is one of the most striking, memorable, and enjoyable hill towns in central Italy. Less than 90 minutes from Rome, Orvieto sits majestically high above the valley floor atop a big chunk of volcanic stone called tufa and overlooking cypress-dotted Umbrian plains and vineyards. The ancient city rewards one with a peaceful and historical stroll back in time to the days of the Etruscans, who built this clifftop village over 2000 years ago for protection from their enemies. The ancient Etruscan wall still stands today presenting colorful cliffside views, and protecting the famous Duomo di Orvieto, the Palazzo del Popolo, and other antique treasures. The 14th Century Duomo was constructed to provide a home for the “Corporal of Bolsena”, a miracle that occurred in 1263 in the nearby town of Bolsena. A traveling priest who had doubts about the truth of transubstantiation found that his Host was bleeding so much that it stained the altar cloth. The cloth is now stored in the “Chapel of the Corporal” inside the cathedral. It’s amazing to turn the corner only to view, stop, and stare as the majestic Cathedral slowly rises to touch the heavens above.
    Orvieto antica mura etrusche e piogg..etta
  • “Flowers adorn arch bridge in Cortona”… <br />
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Entering Cortona, one realizes the charm and charisma of this hilltop village. With its steep streets, ruined Etruscan and Roman walls, narrow alleys, and medieval buildings, Cortona maintains ancient origins and has remained uniquely unchanged today. Before embarking upon my one month journey in Italy, I prepared by walking, running, and exercising 3-4 hours a day to get in shape to hike the steep grades carrying a 25lb. camera bag over the strenuous terrain of the Italian countryside. No amount of training prepared me for the hot and humid climate, mountainous landscape, and steep grades throughout the country of Italy, and the extremely grueling le strade in Cortona. The tiny walled town of Cortona was probably not the most fortified with large amounts of photogenic attractions within its ramparts but professed to be the perfect central Tuscany location. Cortona was perhaps the most quaint and charming of towns during my Italian journey, and I was surprised to see the University of Georgia has maintained a campus there since 1970. If one has the legs and heart to traverse the steep grades of this ancient Tuscan village, Cortona offers great rewards and blessings under the Bellissimo Tuscan Sun. The warm ambiance of Cortona, in contrast with its grueling hills…one may find colorful, delicate, and enduring beauty.
    Fiori adornano arcata passerella in ..tona
  • “The Church of Santa Maddalena is surrounded by Roe Deer, both enjoying the sunset over the Dolomites in South Tyrol, Italy - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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The Church of St. Magdalene resides in a small village located in the Dolomites of Italy. Both, the village and the church, are symbols of the Val di Funes. This tiny picturesque village of just 377 people is located in the Trentino-Alto Adige region of Northern Italy. Historically, the church was built where the miraculous image of Santa Maddalena was washed up by the Fopal River. Saint Mary Magdalene church is mentioned beginning in 1394. The current form of the nave with a sloping base and a slightly grooved roof cornice, with pear and round bar on the pointed arch portal with a red chalk inscription, was complete in 1492. The mural exterior is the Crucifix on the gable in a niche with a donkey's back, weather-beaten, early XVI century. St. Christopher is lively and virtuoso in movement with a fluttering, wrinkled robe. Interiorly, the keystones on the vault, are bust portraits of Mary with the Christ Child and saints. The valley, as you can see, Val di Funes is stunningly beautiful. Summer, it’s very green and dotted with colorful flowers. Winter, it’s covered with snow, and the ragged Dolomite peaks, pierce the sky toward the heavens. Mary Magdalene is the first among the women following Jesus to proclaim Him as having overcome death. She is the first to announce the joyful message of Easter. But she also proved she was among those who loved Him most when she stood at the foot of the Cross on Mount Calvary together with Mary, His Mother, and the disciple, St. John. She did not deny him or run away in fear as the other disciples did, but remained close to Him every moment, up to and including the tomb. The Italian Roe Deer rejoice in the beauty of God’s creation.
    La Chiesa di Santa Maddalena e’ circ..etta
  • “An evening stroll on the ancient cobbled streets of Orvieto”… <br />
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Orvieto is one of the most striking, memorable, and enjoyable hill towns in central Italy. Less than 90 minutes from Rome, Orvieto sits majestically high above the valley floor atop a big chunk of volcanic stone called tufa and overlooking cypress-dotted Umbrian plains and vineyards. The ancient city rewards one with a peaceful and historical stroll back in time to the days of the Etruscans, who built this clifftop village over 2000 years ago for protection from their enemies. The ancient Etruscan wall still stands today presenting colorful cliffside views, and protecting the famous Duomo di Orvieto, the Palazzo del Popolo, and other antique treasures. The blue evening skies reflect on the shiny-worn cobblestone Strada below as the last bit of sun illuminates the way for a delightful promenade. “As sorrowful yet always rejoicing; as poor yet enriching many; as having nothing and yet possessing all things.”  <br />
2 Corinthians 6:10
    Una passeggiata serale sulle antiche..ieto
  • “Three-dimensional artistic impression of the Crucifix in the Abbey of Santa Giustina – Padua”…<br />
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Our Pilgrimage finally arrived in Padua and after lunch, we discovered the Abbey of Santa Giustina attached to the Basilica built in the 6th century. It contains the relics of multiple saints (including those of St. Luke the Evangelist). Shaped in the form of a Latin cross, the prodigious Basilica of St. Giustina is one of the most colossal in all of Christianity. The grandeur of the building is enhanced by the Prato della Valle which it overlooks. There are 3 main chapels: the presbytery and 2 chapels for Saints Luke and Matthew that form the transepts and each aisle has six small chapels. The Abbey and the Basilica of St. Anthony were two of my foremost surprises and a must-see on a Pilgrimage to Italy. Unfortunately, pictures were allowed only in St. Giustina, but not in the latter. Initially, I was a bit overwhelmed at the imposing wide open space of the Basilica. The high altar seemed an eternity away. The colorful geometric marble floor leads one to the main altar, but only adds to the great depth, size, and dimension of the Basilica. A curiously placed Crucifix standing about 6’ tall is located just inside the colossal nave and appears diminutive below the 26 pillars supporting the 8 cupolas. As most basilicas are traditionally dark depending on the sunlight, the Crucifix was almost a complete faint silhouette only lit by the dome windows above the altar. I wanted to create an impression of depth in the crucifix itself transposed against the massive Basilica and distance of the architecture. It took several days and many failures, however, I was finally able to find the three dimensions of Christ I was searching for. The glow of the original beauty has become radiant. Framed by the brilliant distant archways, the Crucifixion becomes transformed.
    Impressione artistica tridimensional..dova
  • “Unique View through Medieval Arches of the Cathedral of Sorrento”…<br />
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The main church in Sorrento is the Duomo, also known as the Cathedral of San Filippo and San Giacomo, which is concealed right in the heart of the town. Sorrento is not known as a pilgrimage site, but a beautiful seaside resort village. The Duomo dates as far back as the 11th century but was completely rebuilt in the 15th century in Romanesque style. The façade is very plain for a Cathedral of such interior grandeur, which has three naves separated by pillars and a very ornate ceiling. Next to the cathedral is a bell tower resting on an arch with four columns, which dates back to medieval times. Inconspicuously, I entered the cathedral and saw only a dozen elderly women sitting in the front pews reciting aloud a novena. Not wanting to disturb them, I ventured around quietly and was taken aback by the reverent beauty and peaceful aura of the magnificent Duomo. I discovered areas where the old Duomo met the new, and it seemed that some images were quite accidental. I noticed that peering through a small and out of the way opening, I could see back to a lighted statue of a patron Bishop. The juxtaposition of the descending and uniquely colored archways gave a great appearance of depth and perspective.
    Vista Unica Attraverso Archi Medieva..ento
  • “Church of Santa Sofia – Anacapri”… <br />
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It is located in the Piazza of Anacapri, the mountaintop above the island of Capri. It dates to 1595 when it replaced Chiesa di Santa Maria di Costantinopoli as the parish church. One can view the ancient church contrasting with the more modern white façade. The sacristy and oratorio were originally in the Chiesa di San Carlo. Architectural features include two bell towers and a baroque facade. The church was enlarged with two chapels and the nave was extended towards the square. The plan of the church is in the form of a Latin cross with a single nave, lateral chapels, and a dome above the intersection of the nave and the transept. The belfry can be seen to the left of the facade with two clocks and three bells dedicated to Santa Sofia, Santa Maroa, and Santa Elia. The highlight of my visit was the small and very crowded bus ride along the cliff's edge to Anacapri. I was standing closest to the door on the right side of the bus during the ascent up the mountainside. All I could see was the rocky shore below and with every leaning left turn, prayed desperately I would make it to the top. Anacapri is a historic mountaintop town with commanding views of Capri and the sea below, as well as a concentration of Mediterranean colors, scents, and sounds. Town life here has remained authentic despite the island's tourism: tucked between the houses there are tiny, humble vegetable gardens surrounded by lush tropical plants. A walk around the center of Anacapri will take you past tiny Neapolitan tailor shops, artisan shoemakers, and Enoteca ...all with the scent of the town's lemon groves that permeates the air. How the ancients managed to arrive at this secluded island and traverse their way to settlements atop is mind-boggling. However, contemplating the mysteries of civilization, one gets lost in the plush ambiance. The pleasant aroma and commanding sea view demand that you stay for just a little while longer!
    Chiesa di Santa Sofia - Anacapri
  • “The Radiant Evening Glow of the Cathedral of Orvieto”… <br />
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Orvieto is one of the most striking, memorable, and enjoyable hill towns in central Italy. Less than 90 minutes from Rome, Orvieto sits majestically high above the valley floor atop a big chunk of volcanic stone called tufa and overlooking cypress-dotted Umbrian plains and vineyards. The ancient city rewards one with a peaceful and historical stroll back in time to the days of the Etruscans, who built this clifftop village over 2000 years ago for protection from their enemies. The ancient Etruscan wall still stands today presenting colorful cliffside views, and protecting the famous Duomo di Orvieto, the Palazzo del Popolo, and other antique treasures. The 14th Century Duomo was constructed to provide a home for the “Corporal of Bolsena”, a miracle that occurred in 1263 in the nearby town of Bolsena. A traveling priest who had doubts about the truth of transubstantiation found that his Host was bleeding so much that it stained the altar cloth. The cloth is now stored in the “Chapel of the Corporal” inside the cathedral. It’s amazing to turn the corner only to view, stop, and stare as the majestic Cathedral slowly rises to touch the heavens above. In Orvieto Saint Thomas Aquinas completed many of his great works. By universal consent, Thomas Aquinas is the preeminent spokesman of the Catholic tradition of reason and divine revelation. He is one of the great teachers of the medieval Catholic Church, honored with the titles Doctor of the Church and Angelic Doctor.
    Il Bagliore di Sera Radiante del Duo..ieto
  • “Evening Rain Over Positano - Painting by Dino Carbetta”… <br />
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The last day of three in Positano was an up and down day of light, dark, rain, cold, and more light. I began the day with a glorious photo session at sunrise, then took a rainy ferry to Amalfi and was thrilled with the indoor images from the Duomo. The journey back on the ferry was windy and rainy with an extreme cold front coming in. I continued to take pictures during the steady downpour as we approached Positano. The combination of the fog and rain made it seem impossible to capture a good image. But, to my surprise, this very combination created a surreal and mystical view of the colorful seaside village. The Church of Santa Maria Assunta is a prominent aspect of Positano’s cultural, religious, and architectural landscape, and is still pronounced in the rain. The ancient church was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary in 1159. I was taken aback at the thought of cold weather in the southernmost seaside town of my Italian journey in late May. However, the waiter who I met the first evening while photographing the sunset, informed me that most of the residents close their shops, restaurants, and hotels during the winter months because of the cold and lack of tourists. Not having long pants or a heavy coat, dinner at the terrace restaurant of the hotel was frigid, but they had a propane heater and blanket for each diner. However, with all wet and cold comes the light, and just as the evening came to a close….the rain stopped and the sun appeared again…just in time for a perfect sunset. Occasionally, one gets lucky and just happens to stay at the perfect location. And, Positano performed remarkably well once again and took the award for the most photogenic village in Italy. The weather conditions created a Bellisimo photograph, the final painting just slightly enhanced its mystic beauty
    Pioggia serale su Positano - Dipinto..etta
  • "High altar of the Church of Our Lady of the Assumption - Positano"...<br />
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The history of the Church of Our Lady of the Assumption is closely linked to the Benedictine monastery of St. Mary, which, according to tradition, was built when a Byzantine icon of the Virgin was brought to Positano and venerated thereafter. The Icon belonged to a cargo ship from the East, and offshore of Positano the ship was stopped by a dead calm sea. After unsuccessful attempts to continue sailing, the sailors heard a voice saying “Posa Posa”, meaning, “Put me down, put me down!” (Origin of the name “Positano”). The captain thought this miracle meant that the Virgin wanted to stop there and decided to head for shore. At that point…the ship began to sail again. The sailors disembarked the icon and gave it to the inhabitants of Positano, who chose the Virgin as their patron and built a church in her honor. The Church of Santa Maria Assunta is a prominent aspect of Positano’s cultural, religious, and architectural landscape. Strategically located in the center of town with the backdrop of the Azzurro Mediterranean Sea, the church’s colorful majolica tiled cupola is one of the town’s iconic symbols. I found this Crucifix inside a small chapel of the ancient church which was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary in 1159. Santa Maria keeps a blessed and watchful eye over Positano and welcomes all to this beautiful seaside village.
    Altare maggiore della Chiesa di Nost..tano
  • “The blue cobblestone street converges under the Arco di Orvieto while the evening sun is reflected in the windows”…<br />
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Orvieto is one of the most striking, memorable, and enjoyable hill towns in central Italy. Less than 90 minutes from Rome, Orvieto sits majestically high above the valley floor atop a big chunk of volcanic stone called tufa and overlooking cypress-dotted Umbrian plains and vineyards. The ancient city rewards one with a peaceful and historical stroll back in time to the days of the Etruscans, who built this clifftop village over 2000 years ago for protection from their enemies. The ancient Etruscan wall still stands today presenting colorful cliffside views, and protecting the famous Duomo di Orvieto, the Palazzo del Popolo, and other antique treasures. The 14th Century Duomo was constructed to provide a home for the “Corporal of Bolsena,” a miracle that occurred in 1263 in the nearby town of Bolsena. A traveling priest who had doubts about the truth of transubstantiation found that his Host was bleeding so much that it stained the altar cloth. The cloth is now stored in the “Chapel of the Corporal” inside the cathedral. It’s amazing to turn the corner only to view, stop, and stare as the majestic Cathedral slowly rises to touch the heavens above. This is one of the many narrow archways in Orvieto, highlighted with the evening clouds and sun reflected in the windows above. The blue evening skies reflect on the shiny-worn cobblestone Strada below.
    La strada di Ciottoli blu converge s..stre
  • “Ancient Orvieto roses glow after the rain - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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Orvieto is one of the most striking, memorable, and enjoyable hill towns in central Italy. Less than 90 minutes from Rome, Orvieto sits majestically high above the valley floor atop a big chunk of volcanic stone called tufa and overlooking cypress-dotted Umbrian plains and vineyards. The ancient city rewards one with a peaceful and historical stroll back in time to the days of the Etruscans, who built this clifftop village over 2000 years ago for protection from their enemies. The ancient Etruscan wall still stands today presenting colorful cliffside views, and protecting the famous Duomo di Orvieto, the Palazzo del Popolo, and other antique treasures. The 14th Century Duomo was constructed to provide a home for the “Corporal of Bolsena”, a miracle that occurred in 1263 in the nearby town of Bolsena. A traveling priest who had doubts about the truth of transubstantiation found that his Host was bleeding so much that it stained the altar cloth. The cloth is now stored in the “Chapel of the Corporal” inside the cathedral. It’s amazing to turn the corner only to view, stop, and stare as the majestic Cathedral slowly rises to touch the heavens above. The blossoming red roses emanate vibrant beauty in contrast to the ancient charismatic backdrop of Orvieto.
    Antichi Orvieto rose bagliore dopo l..etta
  • “Spring Mystical Reflections of Villa Borghese – Rome”…<br />
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Villa Borghese in Roma is a famous Gardens and Museum begun in the early 17th century, highlighted by a "Temple of Aesculapius” at the garden lake. The Temple is located in the gardens of Borghese in Roma and was styled in the ionic characteristic by Antonio Asprucci. The temple was perhaps built-in memory of the destroyed ancient temple to the god of Medicine on Tiber Island. The temple houses a statue of Aesculapius believed to be originally from the Mausoleum of Augustus.  Neglected over the centuries, it was restored by Vincenzo Pacetti and sold to Marcantonio Borghese IV in 1785. Stretching from above Piazza del Popolo to the top of Via Veneto, Villa Borghese crowns Rome in a glorious canopy of Green. Despite the onward march of the years and extensive developmental changes to Rome, Villa Borghese has remained a perennial and pleasant space, diluting the impact of an otherwise ever-expanding urban Metropolis. The Park was originally a private vineyard, redesigned and enlarged in 1605 to grandiose proportions for Pope Paul V's nephew, the Cardinal Scipione Borghese. However, it was named after the Borghese family on the condition that it boasted the most luxurious and magnificent dwelling in Rome. Visiting the very spaciously plush park and lovely atmosphere of tall secluding lavish trees, blissful gardens, and colorful reflective lakes, one is taken away from the city life and transported to a serene country paradise. Peace and relaxation encompass the body and soul and gives time and rumination of the historical and religious world capital which is the ever Eternal City of Roma.
    Primavera Riflessioni Mistiche di Vi..Roma
  • “Crimson Crucifixion in the chapel of Church of Santa Maria Assunta in Positano”…<br />
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After an exhilarating drive along the high cliffs on the Amalfi Coast from Sorrento down to Positano, I found myself in sensory overload with its beauty and photogenic appeal. After circling the entire village and its cliffside three times on Positano’s only street, which was a single lane winding down from the top and back up and over to where I began, I finally found the parking garage by the hotel, about 2/3rds up the facing village in this image. The climb down the winding road and steep staircases made for quite a workout in the hot late May sun. Reaching the beach and marina, I forgot about my exhaustion and could not capture enough of Positano’s plush beauty; however, the large number of tourists and the bright sun did not allow for ideal conditions. As I made my way along the beach and shoreline, rays from the late afternoon sunlight coming over the mountain top blinded me as they illuminated the famous church. The Church of Santa Maria Assunta is a prominent aspect of Positano’s cultural, religious, and architectural landscape. Strategically located in the center of town with the backdrop of the Azzurro Mediterranean Sea, the church’s colorful majolica tiled cupola is one of the town’s iconic symbols. I found this Crucifix inside a small chapel of the ancient church which was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary in 1159. Santa Maria keeps a blessed and watchful eye over Positano and welcomes all to this beautiful seaside village.
    Cremisi Crocifissione nella cappella..tano
  • "Crepuscolo sul Sorrentina villaggio di pescatori"...<br />
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Arriving in Sorrento in late spring, the sunlight colorfully lingered before surrendering to the famous Sorrento moon. One of the highlights of my Italian journey was stumbling upon the tiny Marina Grande fishing village. It was as if I’d walked back in time and merged into this ageless world with its own pace and traditions. Life here seemingly has its own rhythm- a strongly united community tenaciously anchored to its family principles, hard work, and religious traditions. They love the sea and live in symbiosis with it; here time seems to move more slowly than anywhere in the world. In 1558 the Turks plundered the town of Sorrento, and after the Saracens left the inhabitants constructed a solid town wall. My eyes were blessed with an extraordinarily beautiful canvas as a permanent smile measured my face, and my camera gazed upon this tiny bay nestled within the bygone fishing village. I meandered about cautiously, glancing at fishermen humbly repairing their nets. At the heart of the Marina is the Church of Sant’Anna, patron saint of the village. Restaurant Zi' Ntonio a Mare, which jutted out into the bay, was crowded with hungry guests and serenaded by an Italiano singer who, ironically, was singing Dean Martin songs which echoed throughout the bay; guests and this photographer were delightfully enchanted. I gently crept along the water’s edge and tried to capture the perfect, yet the very personal portrait of this piccola baia italiana della perfezione (Italian small bay of perfection). As night fell, the water reflections and resting fishing boats posed for a few more images as fish jumped for their dinner! It was time to enjoy the gifts of the day’s catch at Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare. The epicureo delights, especially the calamari, olive bread, wine, and the main course of Il pesce San Pietro (The St. Peter's fish), was authentic perfection…just like this perfect piccola bay of Marina Grande.
    Crepuscolo sul Sorrentina villaggio ..tori
  • “Dawn awakens the Bougainvillea on the Bay of Positano”… <br />
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After a solemn sunrise morning where I essentially had Positano all to myself, I began my strenuous journey down and back up the mountainside. I noticed a beautiful view of Positano’s famous Bougainvillea waking to the early sunshine. How can one not ponder the elegance of this combination of complementary colors? There was only one occasion that I was able to pre-plan taking photos at sunrise and that was during the last day of three in Positano. It takes much planning, logistics, and familiarity to figure the best locations and the proper angles and positions of the sun. My third morning was ideal and fortuitous as it began raining about 10:00 am which gave me perfect clouds for sunrise, finally ending with a very cold wind just in time for sunset. This image is one of the rare photos of a slumbering Positano in the dewing morning around 6:50 am at the end of May….the beginning of peak tourist season. By 8:00 am, this tiny seaside village is bustling with tourists and shop owners, and restaurateurs trying to satisfy every need. All in all, Positano was by far the plushest of all the locations I visited in Italy, and I was blessed to witness everything in full bloom. “Notice how the flowers grow. They do not toil or spin. But I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of them.” LUKE 12:27.
    L'alba risveglia la Bouganville sull..tano
  • “The Mystical Reflections of Villa Borghese Rome - Painting by Dino Carbetta”…<br />
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Villa Borghese in Roma is a famous Gardens and Museum begun in the early 17th century, highlighted by a "Temple of Aesculapius” at the garden lake. The Temple is located in the gardens of Borghese in Roma and was styled in the ionic characteristic by Antonio Asprucci. The temple was perhaps built-in memory of the destroyed ancient temple to the god of Medicine on Tiber Island. The temple houses a statue of Aesculapius believed to be originally from the Mausoleum of Augustus. Neglected over the centuries, it was restored by Vincenzo Pacetti and sold to Marcantonio Borghese IV in 1785. Stretching from above Piazza del Popolo to the top of Via Veneto, Villa Borghese crowns Rome in a glorious canopy of Green. Despite the onward march of the years and extensive developmental changes to Rome, Villa Borghese has remained a perennial and pleasant space, diluting the impact of an otherwise ever-expanding urban Metropolis. The Park was originally a private vineyard, redesigned and enlarged in 1605 to grandiose proportions for Pope Paul V's nephew, the Cardinal Scipione Borghese. However, it was named after the Borghese family on the condition that it boasted the most luxurious and magnificent dwelling in Rome. Visiting the very spaciously plush park and lovely atmosphere of tall secluding lavish trees, blissful gardens, and colorful reflective lakes, one is taken away from the city life and transported to a serene country paradise. Peace and relaxation encompass the body and soul and gives time and rumination of the historical and religious world capital which is the ever Eternal City of Roma.
    I Riflessi Mistici di Villa Borghese..etta
  • “St. Peter's Basilica - Madonna of the Column, Dome”…<br />
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Our Lady of the Column is a Byzantine Madonna and Child that was painted on a column of Porta Santa marble in the original Basilica of St. Peter (Constantine). There is no detailed information on the original painting available, but from the style, it appears to be 11th-12th century. When the new Basilica was built in the 16th century, the column and painting were preserved; and in 1581 it was placed in a marble frame created by Giacomo della Porta, who designed an altar of exquisite marble with alabaster columns. After the Second Vatican Council, Paul VI honored it with the title of "Mater Ecclesiae". In 1981 John Paul II had a mosaic reproduction of it set on the external wall of the palazzo facing St. Peter's Square, where it can also be seen illuminated at night. The chapel is covered by one of the basilica's minor cupolas which let in light that enhances the colors of the altar. On the vault of the dome are portraits of the Litany of Loreto in the spandrels: St. Bonaventure, St. Thomas Aquinas, St. Cyril of Alexandra, St. John Damascene. Inside the lunettes are the portraits of The Virgin Mother and Child, the Dream of St. Joseph, and the Kings, David and Solomon. This image is one of the multitudes of beautiful images in and around Saint Peter’s Basilica, the most resplendent church in the world.
    Basilica di San Pietro - Madonna del..pola
  • “Angels watch over the lake at Villa Borghese in Rome”…<br />
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Villa Borghese in Roma is a famous Gardens and Museum begun in the early 17th century, highlighted by a "Temple of Aesculapius” at the garden lake. The Temple is located in the gardens of Borghese in Roma and was styled in the ionic characteristic by Antonio Asprucci. The temple was perhaps built-in memory of the destroyed ancient temple to the god of Medicine on Tiber Island. The temple houses a statue of Aesculapius believed to be originally from the Mausoleum of Augustus.  Neglected over the centuries, it was restored by Vincenzo Pacetti and sold to Marcantonio Borghese IV in 1785. Stretching from above Piazza del Popolo to the top of Via Veneto, Villa Borghese crowns Rome in a glorious canopy of Green. Despite the onward march of the years and extensive developmental changes to Rome, Villa Borghese has remained a perennial and pleasant space, diluting the impact of an otherwise ever-expanding urban Metropolis. The Park was originally a private vineyard, redesigned and enlarged in 1605 to grandiose proportions for Pope Paul V's nephew, the Cardinal Scipione Borghese. However, it was named after the Borghese family on the condition that it boasted the most luxurious and magnificent dwelling in Rome. Visiting the very spaciously plush park and lovely atmosphere of tall secluding lavish trees, blissful gardens, and colorful reflective lakes, one is taken away from the city life and transported to a serene country paradise. Peace and relaxation encompass the body and soul and gives time and rumination of the historical and religious world capital which is the ever Eternal City of Roma.
    Angeli vigilare lago presso Villa Bo..Roma
  • “Tranquil twilight descends on the Sorrento Marina Grande”…<br />
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Arriving in Sorrento in late spring, the sunlight colorfully lingered before surrendering to the famous Sorrento moon. One of the highlights of my Italian journey was stumbling upon the tiny Marina Grande fishing village. It was as if I’d walked back in time and merged into this ageless world with its own pace and traditions. Life here seemingly has its own rhythm- a strongly united community tenaciously anchored to its family principles, hard work, and religious traditions. They love the sea and live in symbiosis with it; here time seems to move more slowly than anywhere in the world. In 1558 the Turks plundered the town of Sorrento, and after the Saracens left the inhabitants constructed a solid town wall. My eyes were blessed with an extraordinarily beautiful canvas as a permanent smile measured my face, and my camera gazed upon this tiny bay nestled within the bygone fishing village. I meandered about cautiously, glancing at fishermen humbly repairing their nets. At the heart of the Marina is the Church of Sant’Anna, patron saint of the village. Restaurant Zi' Ntonio a Mare, which jutted out into the bay, was crowded with hungry guests and serenaded by an Italiano singer who, ironically, was singing Dean Martin songs which echoed throughout the bay; guests and this photographer were delightfully enchanted. I gently crept along the water’s edge and tried to capture the perfect, yet the very personal portrait of this piccola baia italiana della perfezione (Italian small bay of perfection). As night fell, the water reflections and resting fishing boats posed for a few more images as fish jumped for their dinner! It was time to enjoy the gifts of the day’s catch at Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare. The epicureo delights, especially the calamari, olive bread, wine, and the main course of Il pesce San Pietro (The St. Peter's fish), was authentic perfection…just like this perfect piccola bay of Marina Grande.
    Tranquillo crepuscolo Scende su Sorr..ande
  • “Dolphin restaurant at sunset on Marina Grande Sorrento”…<br />
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Arriving in Sorrento in late spring, the sunlight colorfully lingered before surrendering to the famous Sorrento moon. One of the highlights of my Italian journey was stumbling upon the tiny Marina Grande fishing village. It was as if I’d walked back in time and merged into this ageless world with its own pace and traditions. Life here seemingly has its own rhythm- a strongly united community tenaciously anchored to its family principles, hard work, and religious traditions. They love the sea and live in symbiosis with it; here time seems to move more slowly than anywhere in the world. In 1558 the Turks plundered the town of Sorrento, and after the Saracens left the inhabitants constructed a solid town wall. My eyes were blessed with an extraordinarily beautiful canvas as a permanent smile measured my face, and my camera gazed upon this tiny bay nestled within the bygone fishing village. I meandered about cautiously, glancing at fishermen humbly repairing their nets. At the heart of the Marina is the Church of Sant’Anna, patron saint of the village. Restaurant Zi' Ntonio a Mare, which jutted out into the bay, was crowded with hungry guests and serenaded by an Italiano singer who, ironically, was singing Dean Martin songs which echoed throughout the bay; guests and this photographer were delightfully enchanted. I gently crept along the water’s edge and tried to capture the perfect, yet the very personal portrait of this piccola baia italiana della perfezione (Italian small bay of perfection). As night fell, the water reflections and resting fishing boats posed for a few more images as fish jumped for their dinner! It was time to enjoy the gifts of the day’s catch at Ristorante di “Zi'Ntonio Mare. The epicureo delights, especially the calamari, olive bread, wine, and the main course of Il pesce San Pietro (The St. Peter's fish), was authentic perfection…just like this perfect piccola bay of Marina Grande.
    Ristorante Delfino al tramonto sulla..ento
  • "Dusk falls over the harbor of Riomaggiore"... <br />
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I began my daily journey at the northern most town of Monterosso and took the train to the southernmost town of Riomaggiore. Upon arriving in this picturesque seaside village and moving down to the water’s edge, I noticed proprietor Francesco in front of a tiny boat rental sign. After arranging an evening sail up the coast, I was able to focus on the colorful persona of Riomaggiore. That evening I sailed up the coast photographing each Cinque Terre town along the way aboard the Angelina Dada. Upon arriving back home in Monterosso, soft light illuminated the sky and azure sea of the Mediterranean convincing me to sail all the way back to Riomaggiore with my gracious guides Claudio and Eddie of "Cinque Terre dal Mare" sailing excursions. We arrived just in time for a perfect sunset and a perfect evening for creating bellissimo new images. After a nice dinner...I caught the last train at midnight back home to Monterosso. A very long day, but worth every minute!
    Crepuscolo cade sul porto di Riomaggiore
  • "Crucified Christ - Monumental Church of San Michele Arcangelo, Anacapri"...<br />
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Located in the Piazza of Anacapri, the mountaintop above the island of Capri. It dates to 1595 when it replaced Chiesa di Santa Maria as the parish church.  One can view the ancient church contrasting with the more modern white façade. The sacristy and oratorio, were originally in the Chiesa di San Carlo. Architectural features include two bell towers and a baroque facade. The church was enlarged with two chapels and the nave was extended towards the square. The plan of the church is in the form of a Latin cross with a single nave, lateral chapels and a dome above the intersection of the nave and the transept. The belfry can be seen to the left of the facade with two clocks and three bells dedicated to Santa Sofia, Santa Maroa and Santa Elia. The highlight of my visit was the small and very crowded bus ride along the cliffs edge to Anacapri. I was standing closest to the door on the right side of the bus during the assent up the mountainside. All I could see was the rocky shore below and with every leaning left turn, prayed desperately I would make it to the top. Anacapri is a historic mountaintop town with commanding views of Capri and the sea below, as well as a concentration of Mediterranean colors, scents, and sounds. Town life here has remained authentic despite the island's tourism: tucked between the houses there are tiny, humble vegetable gardens surrounded by lush tropical plants. A walk around the center of Anacapri will take you past tiny Neapolitan tailor shops, artisan shoemakers, and Enoteca       ...all with the scent of the town's lemon groves that permeates the air. How the ancients managed to arrive at this secluded island and traverse their way to settlements atop is mind boggling.  However, contemplating the mysteries of civilization, one gets lost in the plush ambience. The pleasant aroma and commanding sea view demand that you stay for just a little while longer!
    Cristo Crocifisso - Chiesa Monumenta..apri
  • "The Cathedral of Orvieto seeks paradise above the roofs tops"...<br />
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Orvieto is one of the most striking, memorable, and enjoyable hill towns in central Italy. Less than 90 minutes from Rome, Orvieto sits majestically high above the valley floor atop a big chunk of volcanic stone called tufa, and overlooking cypress-dotted Umbrian plains and vineyards. The ancient city rewards one with a peaceful and historical stroll back in time to the days of the Etruscans, who built this cliff top village over 2000 years ago for protection from their enemies. The ancient Etruscan wall still stands today presenting colorful cliff side views, and protecting the famous Duomo di Orvieto, the Palazzo del Popolo, and other antique treasures. The 14th Century Duomo was constructed to provide a home for the “Corporal of Bolsena”, a miracle which occurred in 1263 in the nearby town of Bolsena. A traveling priest who had doubts about the truth of transubstantiation found that his Host was bleeding so much that it stained the altar cloth. The cloth is now stored in the “Chapel of the Corporal” inside the cathedral.  It’s amazing to turn the corner only to view, stop, and stare as the majestic Cathedral slowly rises to touch the heavens above.
    Il Duomo di Orvieto cerca il paradis..cime
  • “The ancient and the modern compete for a piece of heaven in Florence”…<br />
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Santa Maria del Fiore (also known simply as the Duomo) is the cathedral of Florence known for its distinctive Renaissance dome. Its name ("Saint Mary of the Flower") refers to the lily, the symbol of Florence. The impressive Gothic cathedral complex includes the Duomo, the famous baptistery, and a campanile. Built-in 1294 to be the largest Roman Catholic Church in the world, it is still the largest masonry dome in the world. Walking down the Strada, and turning the corner to view the massive Duomo painted against the sky was captivating. I stopped in my tracks and began taking photos; however, the huge Florence crowds prevented most images from ground level. This was one of the first images I photographed noticing the ancient architecture of the Duomo competing across the narrow Strada with the more modern buildings of Firenze as colorful evening skies danced above.
    L'antico e il moderno competere per ..enze
  • “Mystic Reflections of Villa Borghese – Rome”…<br />
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Villa Borghese in Roma is a famous Gardens and Museum begun in the early 17th century, highlighted by a "Temple of Aesculapius” at the garden lake. The Temple is located in the gardens of Borghese in Roma and was styled in the ionic characteristic by Antonio Asprucci. The temple was perhaps built-in memory of the destroyed ancient temple to the god of Medicine on Tiber Island. The temple houses a statue of Aesculapius believed to be originally from the Mausoleum of Augustus.  Neglected over the centuries, it was restored by Vincenzo Pacetti and sold to Marcantonio Borghese IV in 1785. Stretching from above Piazza del Popolo to the top of Via Veneto, Villa Borghese crowns Rome in a glorious canopy of Green. Despite the onward march of the years and extensive developmental changes to Rome, Villa Borghese has remained a perennial and pleasant space, diluting the impact of an otherwise ever-expanding urban Metropolis. The Park was originally a private vineyard, redesigned and enlarged in 1605 to grandiose proportions for Pope Paul V's nephew, the Cardinal Scipione Borghese. However, it was named after the Borghese family on the condition that it boasted the most luxurious and magnificent dwelling in Rome. Visiting the very spaciously plush park and lovely atmosphere of tall secluding lavish trees, blissful gardens, and colorful reflective lakes, one is taken away from the city life and transported to a serene country paradise. Peace and relaxation encompass the body and soul and gives time and rumination of the historical and religious world capital which is the ever Eternal City of Roma.
    Riflessioni Mistiche di Villa Borghe..Roma
  • "High Privileged Altar - Church of Our Lady of the Assumption Positano"...<br />
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The history of the Church of Our Lady of the Assumption is closely linked to the Benedictine monastery of St. Mary, which, according to tradition, was built when a Byzantine icon of the Virgin was brought to Positano and venerated thereafter. The Icon belonged to a cargo ship from the East, and offshore of Positano the ship was stopped by a dead calm sea. After unsuccessful attempts to continue sailing, the sailors heard a voice saying “Posa Posa”, meaning, “Put me down, put me down!” (Origin of the name “Positano”). The captain thought this miracle meant that the Virgin wanted to stop there and decided to head for shore. At that point…the ship began to sail again. The sailors disembarked the icon and gave it to the inhabitants of Positano, who chose the Virgin as their patron and built a church in her honor. The Church of Santa Maria Assunta is a prominent aspect of Positano’s cultural, religious and architectural landscape. Strategically located in the center of town with the backdrop of the azzurro Mediterranean Sea, the church’s colorful majolica tiled cupola is one of the town’s iconic symbols. I found this Crucifix inside a small chapel of the ancient church which was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary in 1159. Santa Maria keeps a blessed and watchful eye over Positano and welcomes all to this beautiful seaside village.
    Altare Alto Privilegiato - Chiesa di..tano
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