Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
6:45am Sunday, September 29
The strange thing about travel is that no matter how long I’m gone, once I come back—it all seems like a dream. Yesterday I was in Florence, Rome, and New York. Today I wake up in Cincinnati.
In reviewing the list of blogs I wrote on the last month’s trip, I realize that I am three behind. In the last days traveling back from Lake Como and rushing to fit in the David, Uffizi, and final travel arrangements and shopping—I thought I’m missed more.
The 15 blogs from Europe merely suggest the realm of beautiful things I saw. No doubt I will not struggle posting based solely on those sensory-packed days. The question? Where to pick up on the first of my three days behind?
The Uffizi. The beautiful old and revered paintings of the Rennaissance have never been my favorite. In truth, I don’t usually find myself attracted to much before the late Romantic period. My college friend, Cynthia, and both find the moderns our favorites but agreed that seeing the Uffizi gave us a new appreciation and interest in the Rennaissance—particularly its giants.
This post, however, has nothing to do with the spectacular artworks of the Uffizi, but the museum itself. More specifically, the frescoed ceilings of the sculpture halls. I’d never heard about these and was absolutely overwhelmed with the scope of work and spectacular color of the ceilings and the portraits that hung just under. Photos are not allowed, but I was able to sneak one. Breathtaking as was the view of the Arno River and Ponte Vecchio.