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Street Collage

Posted in Creative Photography, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 14, 2012 by Scott Hanson

Fish Market

Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2012 by Scott Hanson

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Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2012 by Scott Hanson

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Piazza della Repubblica

Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 31, 2012 by Scott Hanson

For the first time on this trip I actually finished a photo and like an idiot I worked on the low res file. I would much rather just click the shutter, but the final product looks much better with a few adjustments and a little dodging and burning.

Nine Days in Rome

Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2012 by Scott Hanson

Today, I am leaving Rome. It is hard to be feel disappointed when Venice lies in my future, but to be true, my departure comes with a bit of sadness. A sort of hangover due to excessive cultural immersion. I can think of no immediate regrets, but I definitely saw a mere fraction of what Rome has to offer. Here is a boring list of things I saw. The Colosseum, Forum, Pantheon, Plazza Navona, Plazza del Popolo, Villa Medici, Castel Sant’ Angelo, Bascilica San Pietro (it as everything sounds better in Italian), The Vatican Museum, Sistine Chapel, Fontana de Trevi, Villa Borghese, Museo Nazionale Arte Moderna, MACRO, Plazza della Republica, Monumento a Vittorio Emanuele, Pomeii along with a bunch of other things that I am either forgetting or simply don’t know the name of. You would have trouble taking a leak in the street and not getting urine on something that has been around half a millennium or more. Rome is absolutely full of history and it is out in the open (Besides that which is housed in one of the many horribly overpriced museums). It is not odd to sit down for a break and realize you are actually sitting on giant hunk of excavated marble. The streets are still paved in cobblestone. Many citizens collect there daily drinking water from the mouths of Greek gods. Smart cars and Vespas aside, It’s not hard to drift off and image what your surroundings looked like in Roman times. The sweet smokey smell of Hazelnuts roasting on a street corner coupled with the sour urine smell, which occupies the alleyways helps to complete the picture of a earlier era.

These are a few descriptions of people I have encountered over the course of my stay in Rome. I would say stereotype, but it so often gets a negative connotation. If you think about it we all have a mold.

I first arrived in Rome hungry from a long day of traveling. I stumbled upon some great pizza. It was actually my first pizza in Italy (Not counting the nasty shit I ate in La Spezia). I was still a little nervous ordering in Italian. Cinque Terre didn’t force me into very many situations where I had to use Italian. The gigantic angry looking man looming over me from behind the counter was far from reassuring. His face carried a look of disgust as if he immediately knew, I was a tourist. His cheeks sagged slightly as if he lacked the muscles necessary to form a smile. His long white, loose hanging apron carried the raw form of the product he was serving. It was clear he was not there for his customer service skills. I opened my mouth, his frown sank deeper and his brow raised slightly, causing his eyes to grow. He angrily flinged a string of questions at me. Knowing, full well I have the proper answers. My answer is always “si” when confused. I eventually got my pizza and immediately understood why he could act so angrily and still have a line at his door. It was dellicious. It just so happened that I ended up walking past the place three or four time a day. I braved embarrassment again the next day, by my third visit we were o.k.

Work in progress. This is all I managed to get on the train ride to Venice. The regretful feelings have been drown by excitement. I hate to think it’s the last bit of new on this trip. My wanderlust has not been quenched. Venice may be the end of this line, but it’s far from the last stop.

Steve McCurry Exhibit at MACRO

Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2012 by Scott Hanson

Yesterday, I viewed Steve McCurry’s exhibit at the Macro (Museo D’Arte Contemporanea Roma). You may not be familiar with the name, but if you tend to glance at the newsstands you are undoubtedly familiar with his images. Most notably his National Geographic portraits.

My initial reaction was awe, then I was struck with a compulsion to never take another photograph. An incredible feeling of inferiority came over me. It is the type of feeling that usually challenges me and drives me to improve, but his level of execution seems unobtainable. His work was so good, it made me embarrassed. He has amassed entire books containing photographs of a surreal caliber. There’s no need for me to go on. Check it out!

A Fairly Ordinary Fountian. When In Rome.

Posted in Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 27, 2012 by Scott Hanson

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All my wide angle shots have to be stitched because all I brought was a 50mm. Thank you photo-merge!