My days are numbered here as I have only a few more before I leave for Northern hill towns. I must
get out today and continue to catch more and more about this wondrous place,
Civita.
Watching the many and I mean many tourists come through
Civita each day, I marvel at the ease and amount of photographs being taken and
constant. What strikes the tourist as an interesting, beautiful and memorable
shot? Sometimes the photos contain the pose of the romantic couple by an
enchanting stair, others are group shots at the Bar; enjoying time together
sharing stories sipping wine and then there is the quick photo; better take
that, not sure why. All good.
A photograph, a souvenir of sorts: ‘I was here and I can
post on the Facebook, blog or a quick email home’. I have all those shots too.
As I download these views in my
i-photo, I see they are endless. I scroll and I categorize
and ask myself, ‘When did I take these?’
Now, my drawings, not endless. Memorable. 100
total;
meaningful and a grand record of my time here in Civita.
(I am preaching here.)
With each drawing, I can remember the exact moment in time and
place for each of these views. I can remember what I was feeling. I can
remember the weather. I remember the coffee taste and delicious wafts of scent
from the nearby restaurants. I remember the wind blowing on my face. Those bells were ringing. I feel it
all. I remember the challenge of drawing the view, replicating all the beauty
and emotion contained in the view and simulated in a few pencil strokes.
I
remember the approach and the questions.
That moment lives in me.
I turn the numerous pages in the sketchbook and I say, ‘ I remember.’
A great souvenir, for sure.
I wonder if my photos will do the same?