Wandering in confinement 32
Another weird jump of the mind. From catching the rain on a digital camera to what ? I really don’t know why I thought of this picture after showing the drops of rain falling in Scotland. Here we are in Venice, walking around at the Biennale. I try to go there every two years, my necessary shot of Venice elixir. These big black cushions placed outside for the visitors to rest just gave me a feeling of quietness, not that I would have been ready to lie on them. I was passing through and took a burst of pictures at different distances, carefully avoiding the people who walked by in front of me. I liked the dégradé of shadows on the wall, which seemed to close on the resting visitors.