Friday, June 30, 2006

Last sunset in June

Last sunset in June 2
Originally uploaded by gwilmore.
I haven't blogged much in recent weeks, but don't worry; I've just been resting up for the next time the spirit of pontification overpowers me. Meanwhile, I think it fitting that my final post to this blog for the month of June should be this sunset, captured by me on the last evening of the month.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

The long day wanes

The long day wanes
Originally uploaded by gwilmore.
Tonight's sunset, captured with my 70-300mm lens, and with the use of a tripod. The title is taken from one of my favorite poems, Tennyson's "Ulysses," which in turn is based on Canto XXVI of Dante's Inferno. Although it is not perfect, this has quickly established itself as one of my favorite sunset images among the many I have taken.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

My newest soulmate

I found this article today in the online edition of The Christian Science Monitor, and I post it here because even though I have never met her, the author is clearly a woman after my own heart. She writes about Florence, Italy -- my favorite city on earth -- and she approaches it the way I did during my visit there with my wife four years ago. I have a strong sense of history, and Florence practically exudes history. The author tells of what it meant to her to walk literally in the footsteps of the likes of Dante, Michelangelo, and Brunelleschi, and I can relate to that sentiment. For instance, the bed-and-breakfast place where we stayed is only a few yards down the street from the Casa di Dante, which in fact may or may not have been Dante's actual residence; but the possibility that it might not be where he really lived did not matter to me in the least as I spent about 2-1/2 hours exploring the house one Saturday afternoon, viewing the exhibits and wondering if the room devoted now to the Battle of Campaldino had been Dante's sitting room, and perhaps the very place where he decided his life's mission was to write about Beatrice what had never before been written about any woman. And when I first stepped onto the south bank of the Arno after crossing the Ponte Vecchio, I reflected on the murder of Buondelmonte de' Buondelmonti on that very spot in the year 1215, which precipitated the feud between Guelf and Ghibelline which so dominated the life of Florence during the 13th century. For me, the entire six days we spent in Florence was consumed by such reflections as these.

Anyway, this author brings back some very fond memories, and she clearly thinks like I do. Read and enjoy the article. And by all means, visit Florence someday if you can.