The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Memories from Venice
Asia and our little Isabella on a holiday in Venice.
To jedno z moich najbardziej ulubionych zdjec. Asia "ubezpiecza" nasza mala wtedy Isabelle na glownym placu w Wenecji. Byla to Izy pierwsza tak daleka podroz. Miala niewiele ponad rok (wiec bylo to jakies 11 lat temu), a nasza Audi nie posiadala jeszcze klimatyzacji. Stacjonowalismy na polwyspie Cavallino, skad robilismy wypady m.in. do Wenecji.
The picture above is one of my most favourite shots. Our little Isabella was only 1,5 year old when we took her on our so long journey to spend a nice holiday in Italy. Although our Audi didn't have any airconditioning, Isabella managed the trip very well.
Joasia in Venice
Zdjecia robilem wtedy jeszcze radzieckim aparatem analogowym Zenith, w ktorym nie funkcjonowal swiatlomierz, wiec improwizowalem nieco z ekspozycja zdjec.
All the pictures in today's post are taken with my old russian analog camera Zenith.
Joasia taking a little rest.
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Świetne zdjęcia!:-)))
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