15 July 2013

Flying in a blue dream


My last entry began with a photo of the wing of our US-bound airplane so I thought this view from the final leg home to Florence would serve as a nice bookend for the trip. The small, noisy plane, with its higher wing/propeller engine design, made for a boisterous, bumpy journey over the Alps, but the constantly changing cloudscape was such fun to watch.




It feels like our first visit back to the US after so much time was a great success. We have returned home rich with new memories & experiences shared with my far-flung family & some of our dearest friends—enough to sustain us until the next time...

The culture shock after a seven-year absence from the US prompted these words upon our arrival (words I will forever associate with this visit):
     friendly
     big
     open
     green.

Surprisingly, I didn't think much about Florence while we were away. At least not at first (too busy, too immersed in the excitement). I might as well have been on another planet for the distance I felt.

But, if anything, the trip only strengthened my belief that, for me, Florence = Home. Once everyone began to disperse—my brother & his family to Australia, my sister & hers to China, my uncle & his to Illinois and my sister-in law's parents to California—the excitement over returning started to build.

Besides the constant camaraderie & commotion (there were seventeen of us during the last week)—and the joy of seeing all of the cousins together for the first time—I will remember with fondness those first quiet, early mornings in my parents' gazebo, the talkative frogs in their little pond, lightening bugs & star-filled skies, the thrill of being able to drive again (windows down, music up), and the happiness of spending time in bookstores full of books in English. But slipping into the beautiful rhythm of the days here has been effortless. These are some of the words that keep running through my mind upon being back in Florence again:
     intimate
     alive
     comfortable (like a favorite sweater or cozy pair of slippers).

When I say 'intimate' I mean in terms of both the human scale of the city and the connection that's possible in the absence of a car (and air conditioning!) in my life here. I really dislike being cut off from what's happening around me.

I would also like to find a word that expresses how much I appreciate the sense of old-ness & history, but neither of those quite captures what I feel. 'Permanence', perhaps? It's just so wonderful to be surrounded by buildings & church bells that have filled & defined the city for centuries.

Yes, it's good to be home... And back to things awaiting me in the studio. Slowly, between more visits with family and little trips here & there, I will be working my way through projects, books & blogs that I have missed over the last month.

Here's hoping things are good in your corner of the world as well...


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This last photo is a shot I managed to get on the giddy (bumpy!) arrival into Florence's airport. Whether arriving by train, bus, car—or plane—I always look forward to that first glimpse of the magnificent Cupola...




 

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{A favorite Joe Satriani song inspired the title of this post. More about it in July's ROY G BIV photo challenge later this week.}


9 comments:

  1. Oh, yes! This resonates, on several levels.
    I have just returned from an all-too-brief visit to France and, once again, I found myself drawn to the
    "old and solid" feeling of little, shuttered houses, cobbles,church bells.Even more so than England's "old-ness."
    And I did see a lot of blue, too!

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    1. Sounds LOVELY, Diane - you must have enjoyed your visit, even though too-brief (and how long would have really been enough>!). Did you by chance have an almond croissant? I would hop on a train to Paris just for that...
      - Lisa

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    2. No almond croissant...but I spent an entertaining time in Lectoure, home of the "pastel blue" and saw, very clearly, the distinction between it and indigo. Shape-shifting colour!

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  2. I never cease to be amazed by your spectacular photos! So glad to hear that you had a great time in "the States" with family. I'm sure it's great to be home again. Looking forward to your Indigo...hope you're having more success than I am!

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    1. Hi Julie - Glad to hear you enjoyed the photos. While I definitely prefer flying through smooth blue skies, the clouds are magical...and so entertaining! And almost like new to me after not being up in a plane for so long.
      - Lisa
      P.S. Indigo? Well, I wish had more time to pull together something, but I think my post is going to me more of a continuation of 'BLUE'...

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  3. Oh, lovely! Those clouds are just wonderful. A beautiful ending to your trip. And I'm struggling a bit with Indigo, too.

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    1. Hello Carol - Yes, we were lucky to have such a variety of clouds in the last jaunt over from Munich. Somehow you feel closer to the clouds in a smaller plane. (We'll see about indigo - definitely not an easy color to track down/define!)
      - Lisa

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  4. love your blues
    so floaty
    I too have been airborne,
    reveling in that special Caribbean turquoise
    and now happy to be home

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    1. Your Caribbean turquoise sounds stunning...I hope to find some hints of it on my next visit to your blog.
      Welcome home (and wishing you a smooth transition)!
      - Lisa

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