Summer Wind

Winter Fog, Venice | Mark Lindsay

The wind is howling this morning. It howled last night and for the three nights before that. Wind signals change. Something is blowing out and is being replaced by whatever is blowing in. By the time whatever is on the way actually arrives the wind will have wreaked its havoc. Broken planting pots, fallen garbage cans, branches and leaves are everywhere. This wind leaves behind the debris of change as it blows in something new. And I suspect that something new is the summer season.

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A Shimmering Morning in San Francisco

Reflections in a Salsicceria, San Francisco | Mark Lindsay

Each city has its own way of wrapping itself in light. It's as if the places we inhabit were lit from within. Venetian light is famous for its pearlescent quality; its mystery, and intrigue. It is the light of Titian and Tintoretto, of medieval spies and foggy nights. There is no one set form to this light, it has many variations to its misty theme. But, once you see it, you know it forever.

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The Ghosts and a Ticking Clock

Fog at Fort Point | Mark Lindsay

Three weeks in Venice is hardly a long time. But, at the start it felt that way. I fooled myself with the illusion was that I'd be there forever—that I was there for good. But, three days later I found myself counting. I was secretly counting the days until the arrival of my sad departure. I shook this diabolical countdown off with a shudder. But, it didn't work. The little clock continued ticking away in my brain and then chimed in again the very next morning.

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Immersed

San Marco Fog | Mark Lindsay

It takes a week for the adrenaline to wear off. It takes longer than that for sting of jet lag to mellow. It takes time for one's ear warm to other languages. One's brain must sharpen to the constant calculation of currency exchange rates. But, once the body, mind, and soul convert to Italian it all changes. Life settles into the sweet cadence of life in Venice.

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Lions in a City of Lions

Venetian Lion with Man | Mark Lindsay

Venice is an enormous and endless treasure hunt. Obsessions are welcome here—whatever suits your fancy. I have friends who search the city for ancient graffiti, inscriptions, shrines to the Madonna, mysterious symbols and even ancient splash guards that discourage public urination. I was inspired by these efforts. So, on one day in early January, while looking up at the Lion of St. Mark, in Piazzetta San Marco, I decided to collect lions.

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