Between dream and time, Florence awakens in a whisper of light. Brunelleschi's dome glows like a reminder of something greater than the present, while Palazzo Vecchio holds the secrets of the night for a while longer.
Along the Arno, the first sunlight glides like liquid gold, a mirror of centuries that have passed but never disappeared. The city breathes in silence, as if remembering who it once was-and who it still is, in the soft blue of morning.
Here, between the awakening and the eternal, Florence seems built not of stone, but of stories, dreams and light.
Welcome to my shop, as you may have already seen, there are many works from Italy. I like to photograph there.
Also read my interview here at work on the wall of a while ago: https://www.werkaandemuur.nl/blog/de-mens-achter-het-werk-teun-ruijters/
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