Age is Beautiful.

March 2014, Venice, Italy.

Close to the water, on the water.

In the gondola in Italy was the best and most terrifying thing ever. It felt like it was going to tip, but at the very same it didn't at all. Most of the shots I managed to take while on the gondola ride were ruined by a the person sitting in front of me because their head was always right there. This one though, this one was perfect.

Looking at this photo now it makes me extremely happy. The flower/ plant beds that are hanging from the windows, the old buildings, the murky water all complete this shot. It was everything that I wanted to see and it's all in one photo, minus the murky water, but oh well. Ignoring the scent of the water that is forever burned in my nose, the gondola was actually pretty great, and it was a nice warm and sunny day for it.

Sometimes the most beautiful things are hidden within age.

Blue on Blue.

March 2014, Lake Como, Italy.

A man off in the distance.

At first you think he's just driving around in his little boat, until you get closer and see the fishing rod in his hand. Is he doing this for his leisure activity? Is it what he does everyday? Is it his peace? Is it his escape? Questions you'll never know the answer to, all you know is that you saw a man in his little blue boat with a rod in his hands who waved with a smile as you drove by.

A bright little blue boat on a blue lake, how fitting.

Fast Pace Streets

March 2014, Somewhere near the boarder, Italy.

Winding roads, narrow roads, cars flying by. Italy. That's one thing I think of when I think back to Italy. The roads were always busy, full of vehicles zipping by, people on motorbikes, bicycles, all just trying to get to their destination.

Look both ways before crossing. I'm serious, unless you want to be roadkill, do it. Don't be slow when crossing the road, be quick. Impatient people are behind the wheel.

Zoom. Whoosh. Traffic all day, everyday.

A Simple Bicycle

March 2014, Lucern, Switzerland

Bicycles. Bikes. A way of transportation.

Everywhere I looked there was a bike, parked or in motion. The ones in motion usually had a person motioning for you to get out of the way, and you would just barely step out of the way. Saved from another bike-person collision, win.

Purple, pink, grey, blue, it doesn't matter the colour of the bike because the only thing that mattered is if it got you from point A to point B, and they usually do.