Let Your Heart Speak

How to get to the island of Burano from Venice – arise early.  Alicia and I are two of only four passengers aboard the 07:10 vaporetto on a bright Sunday in November 2018.

The ferry skits past Murano.  Venice is framed in the distance.

Here we are in Burano, an artist’s paradise of multi-coloured dwellings.  And we seem to be almost the only people up.

We immerse ourselves in the joy of colour.  We become part of the colour.

Like the other islands in the lagoon, Burano has a network of canals.

At first the water remains inside them.

But then –

Look at this!!!

The tide is coming in.  Even the town square is morphing into a lake as water pops up through holes.  The locals are laughing at me as I exclaim madly and photograph their morning coffee turning wet.  They’re perfectly used to it.

Raised platforms are erected, ready for the spread of water.

A nonchalant local goes about his day as usual…

…while a tourist improvises…

I am overwhelmed by the almost silent beauty of the changing landscape.  A little lapping sound perhaps…and a breeze.

Alicia and I continue our walk and our photography.

(Let there be light)

We wander across a pedestrian bridge to Mazzorbo, a tiny piece of land adjoining Burano.  There is a market garden/vineyard which is open to wander through.  In the garden is a sign which reads, “Let your heart speak“.  This is a message to the school children of Burano who are invited to partake in the creativity of the garden.  I am touched, and write it down so I don’t forget.

We peek inside the 13th century Chiesa di Santa Caterina, then pay our respects to those who reside in her graveyard.   This is a view back to Burano through chrysanthemums outside the cemetery.

By the time we meander back to Burano the tide has receded.  Wet pathways glisten.  Any remaining water has been pushed back into the canals by brisk brooms.

The tourists have arrived.  Shops are open.  The town begins its Sunday trade.  Alicia spends time in the lace museum while I walk and photograph.  (The dog comes over to say hello and gets a warm reception from me.)

The cat (typically) ignores me.

Colours, colours, colours!!!

I discover that Burano has its very own leaning bell tower (17th century).

And finally I return to Alicia back at the designated meeting place.  I manage to capture her while she is unaware of me.

Thank you Burano.  This morning excursion is one of the highlights of our Italian trip.  It is nothing short of a magical mystery tour…a mother-and-daughter special!

Let us all endeavour to take the message in the Mazzorbo garden into 2019 – and beyond.  Happy New Year!  Let your heart speak.



17 thoughts on “Let Your Heart Speak

  1. Tina Walsh

    Thank you Julie for the beautiful photos. A VERY HAPPY and HEALTHY NEW YEAR to you and your family. 💜💚❤️💙🧡

  2. xanderest

    Julie , thanks for sharing your fabulous photos from your trip – the next best thing to going there myself (without the hassle ).

    Wishing you and Matt a wonderful adventurous 2019 .

    Judy .

    1. juliepodstolski Post author

      I wish you a very Happy New Year too, Judy. And I’m sure you and I will see one another again very soon. (We need to organize another Friendship group day – that hasn’t been organized yet.)

  3. Isabelle

    Beautiful compositions, Julie.
    I think you caught the best time to look at Burano, and am intrigued to know how Alicia enjoyed the lace museum.

    1. juliepodstolski Post author

      Hi Isabelle, I agree, I can’t imagine a better set of conditions to see Burano in. Yes, Alicia did enjoy the museum, though it was very small, so I think she got around it a little faster than she thought she would.

  4. Jeannie Beauchamp

    Thanks very much for this photo-essay, Julie. I am fascinated by the tidal changes and that you’ve captured so much of them on camera to share with us, including reactions of the people. Lovely to see you and Alicia there too!

    1. juliepodstolski Post author

      It was good to witness the high tide in such a gentle manner, as I had been afraid of acqua alta after seeing the footage of the horrendous one which took place in Venice a few days before we arrived in late October. The one we saw made me see the naturalness of this phenomenon and that it wasn’t a thing to be feared (usually).

  5. anna warren portfolio

    Oh, I do like these photos! Getting up early is such a good idea, you really get to see things and places in a way the late risers don’t, and generally in peace too! Even though your Venice photos were beautiful there is something about these that capture me more – maybe I am just jaded and feel Venice is more familiar, and these are so new and fresh, and not touristy at all. Watching the insouciance of the locals dealing with the rising tide must have been delightful. The colours are so rich, and both you and Alicia fit in very nicely!

    1. juliepodstolski Post author

      I will tell you one example where getting up early doesn’t work, Anna, and that is when one’s subject is the geisha. But apart from that subject, getting up early ALWAYS works.
      I’ve decided that my journey is an internal one, so perhaps I will reveal a more secret Venice than the more obvious touristy one. Perhaps – depending on what I find within myself. Let me say I’m doing a lot of reading on the subject so surely knowledge (of history for one thing) will help me to delve beneath the superficial. That is my hope.
      I think Alicia and I fitted because we were so filled with the love of it all.


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