Perhaps it’s an overused symbol. A cliché even … but the swirling pattern of the rose, its dualities, its softness, its sharpness, resonate with the patterns of life. It also serves to test the depth of field and clarity of manual focus with my 90mm tilt shift lens. Enjoy this transition from wet spring to dry summer here in Zürich. As above. So below. Wet and dry. Two extremes of the same thing. If you enjoyed this post please share it on your favourite platform with the orange social media buttons below. See you soon.
Okay, admittedly, I tend to fall in love with new places pretty easily. However my new grand passion might just be with the landscape and life of Tuscany around Siena. What an eyeful of splendour! Two brief days left me wanting far more. Once upon a time I thought people were exaggerating about Tuscany just a little. From the moment we were welcomed by a committee of wild boar, however, a mother, father and a prodigious brood of 30 surrounding our car at the midnight hour as we approached Pieve A Salti, this became a weekend to remember. Even an excessively long car trip south couldn’t diminish the delightful nature of this place. Normally we’d have taken the train but it was fully booked both ways. Still we were upgraded to a pretty swish ride so our auotstrada slowdowns and unavoidable delays were more tolerable. However, the train route would…