#venetian lagoon

[monica-teresa-bordignon]

Isle of Burano, Venetian Lagoon

[wandering-italy]

Venice, near San Marco.

[illustratus]

A Gondola by Julius Exner

[emaadsidiki]

༻❁ The Accademia Bridge ❁༺

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Burano, a very colorful island in the venetian lagoon, Venice, ITALY

[legitedigiulia]

Couple of Secred Ibis flying on Venetian skies Lio Piccolo, sept 2022

Italy

[sheltiechicago]

Stunning burano island, Italy. by Yasmin Khanam Via Flickr: stunning burano island, in the Venetian lagoon in venice.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

This is the problem, Cristof decides as he perches atop his trunk, in the boat, swimming in robes, and swatting at mosquitoes. The problem is that he doesn’t know what to do when someone looks at him how Nicolo looks at him which is to say with infinite tenderness. Cristof’s brain is clever about Greek, Latin, numbers, music—it’s clever about so many things—but when Nicolo does this one particular expression everything promptly shuts down and Cristof becomes inordinately stupid.

Then Nicolo will have the temerity to say things like, Do not judge yourself by what you haven’t done and look at all you’ve accomplished. Rude of the man to drop sentences like that then look at Cristof as if he were worthy of being stared at, as if he were a work of art.

Love, Cristof knows, is knife sharp, thick like blood, and dark as sacredness. He wishes he knew what to do with it when it arrives at his doorstep. He holds it in his hands and wonders if he should set it down or, perhaps, put it in his pocket to take with him. He, himself, wishes someone would take him along with them.

One of the rowers whistles as they come to a bridge, slowing to wait behind a boat filled with chickens, barrels, crates, bushels of produce. The wooden bridge draws up and they pass along. A porter, sitting to Cristof’s side, waves at a woman hanging out linens. She calls to him. His wife, they exchange their love. Water laps at itself and the world around it. Low tide exposes algae, barnacles, muscles. The day runs cool. Cristof inhales, wraps cloak about himself, turtles in for warmth, dreams desperate dreams of summer.

Redid the moodbaord for the Venetians as I was mightily displeased with the previous attempt. This one is much better. Also please enjoy Cristof’s Continued Journey of Being Stupid About His Lover. 

[random-brushstrokes]

Hermann Corrodi (Italian, 1844–1905) - Attending to the shrine, Venetian lagoon

[europeposts]

Venice, Italy: Venice is a city in northeastern Italy and the capital of the Veneto region. It is built on a group of 126 islands that are separated by expanses of open water and by canals; portions of the city are linked by 472 bridges. The islands are in the shallow Venetian Lagoon, an enclosed bay lying between the mouths of the Po and the Piave rivers. Wikipedia

[venustapolis]

Attending to the Shrine, Venetian Lagoon (Hermann Corrodi, 19th century)

[monica-teresa-bordignon]

Isle of Burano, Venetian Lagoon

[beautifulvenezia]

Day 204: Fishing tourism in the Venetian Lagoon | Daily Venice for you!

[illustratus]

A capriccio with a monumental staircase by Canaletto

[emaadsidiki]

St. Mark's Square & The Doge's Palace

[hawkland]

Art Masterpost: Lost in Colours Story by: ryuosen Art by: sidewinder (@hawkland) It's perfect timing that tomorrow I leave for my annual trip to Italy, and today I'm sharing my Venetian-themed entry for the @deancasreversebang!

Venice is my favorite place in the world—not so much the heavily tourist-trafficked areas like the Rialto Bridge or San Marco Piazza, but the quiet, haunting canals and alleyways where, even today, you can sometimes be the only soul in sight. Or the other islands in the lagoon that most day-trippers never visit (like San Lazzaro degli Armeni, which is the island where I took the photo that was inspiration for the title art.) The main art piece is also based on one of my own photographs I took about 6 years ago on my last trip to Venice—I can't wait to be back there on my upcoming trip. I had the idea of a post-series Dean finally working up the nerve to travel outside of North America, and being haunted by glimpses of someone who looked like Cas...was that an angel on that bridge at sunset, or just a play of the light and color against the shimmering water? (There's also a fabulous 1973 psychological horror film set in Venice, Don't Look Now, that's basically the vibe I was going for in this art.)

Anyway. Such is my long-winded introduction to these two pieces! I'm so delighted ryuosen chose and was inspired by one of my art pieces again (last DCRB we worked together on "King of the Empty.") I enjoyed our conversations talking through our ideas, and I hope you enjoy the story that came from it all!