STONE ON STONE

Stone on stone I am amazed.

Stones of pastel colours make my eyes glaze

over with happiness. I walk the labyrinth like 

streets, turn right, turn left and turn again, 

hands softly brushing along pastel coloured walls and

crumbling stones. 

Could a city be more beautiful?

Could a city be washed in softer colours?

Could a city be more romantic?

Wherever I turn I find myself walking down a street even prettier 

than the one before. Another bridge, another palace, 

another building another dome taking my breath away. 

My feet keep walking, taking me ever deeper into the heart of the

city, soft steps on grey stones, breathing in the salty air.

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camera: bronica sq-a

film: kodak portra 160

© nicole sprekelmann

FACADES OF VENICE

Never will I forget laying eyes on Venice for the first time.

Colourful facades soft as a powder puff would make me want to

touch every stone I walked by. 

Reflections would play with the sun and 

make me think of a thousand diamonds hidden in 

the canals, softly illuminating walls and faces.

Our 13 year old footsteps excitedly echoing the alleyways, 

turning left, turning right, finding new wonders in 

every direction. 

And now I am coming back, retracing those steps.

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camera: bronica sq-a

film: kodak portra 160

© nicole sprekelmann