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May 30, 2015

On not taking pictures of extravagantly beautiful things, or Florence: Day 3

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Is it the restraint of love? Is it reverence? Amid the effervescent joy of buildings that look like music; the muscular formality of a 50-foot-high gate on an ancient wall; the fleeting intoxication of wafting jasmine: Why, exactly, amid these things, do I feel the contrary impulses to stop and snap an iPhoto yet  not snap an iPhoto? It’s reverence is what it is, no? Reverential surrender...

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