Roma (as the Italian’s would call Rome) is a city where illusions begin and end, the echoes from the past follow you, and your yearnings resurface … for life … for love.
It was a beautiful and colorful Saturday evening. As I strolled along Ponte Umberto I bridge, I was fascinated by how pretty Basilica di San Pietro (St. Peter’s Basilica) looked in the dusk. It was framed by the colors of dusk and Ponte Sant’Angelo bridge. The lit Basilica … the blue and purple hues of dusk … the shimmering lights on Tiber … and the five arches of Ponte Sant’Angelo looked like a beautiful painting … a painting even the genius Michelangelo might have been proud of.
Once I put my camera on long exposure, I became more aware of my surroundings … of people gathering around the bridge to appreciate the beauty that was unfolding … of lovers kissing in the warmth of their tight embrace … of tourists requesting their photo to be captured against the beautiful backdrop.
Oh Roma! I love you so.
