I start this posterous off with a memory that is simultaneously distant and recent...
Traveling from Switzerland to Florence I found myself in Milano Centrale Station with that cathedral glass roof of yesteryear, armature exposed and still bearing the patina of steam trains and the grey scale clouds they billowed out. What an elegant piece of architecture and an amazing abacus of travel: stories both familiar and fantastic, of lovers and tears, of wandering students and honeymoons, of stories of war and transactions. How many feet have scampered on to trains as they announce their imminent departure? Like them I found myself mesmerized by this place's majesty and my infinitesimal place in it as I tried to cram in as many shots of its shape, light and feminine strength, leaving precious few moments before I too would be stranded behind. All I can say is thank you to whatever power gave me enough battery life to record this moment.
