In my mind I’m getting ready to return to Tuscany, to my beloved and his spazio which can mean place or space. This is what I found there when I returned from Slovenia last August.
I first noticed the letters when I passed Lake Burano, a few minutes from our home, at 10 in the morning. The first three photos are from then, including one of the flotilla relaxing at the lake, flamingos among them.
I returned the next day at 8 pm and was surprised by a line of cars in front of me, all there to see the letters lit up, spelling Spazio amato, The Beloved Space. All the next photos but the last capture this half an hour.
When uncle came over in September, I took him there at night and it made for a nice surprise. The last photo shows this moment. Little did I know that this would be the last time and three days later the sign would be removed.
That this installation by Massimo Uberti was just temporary I discovered later in the year when I returned there to find it gone. But this place remains just as beloved as always. And I will be back there tomorrow.
Good luck to all of you, especially Marsha, our host, with her healing.
For Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) hosted by Marsha at Always Write
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