Our first visit to Venice in 1967 when we were single and carefree. I was not even thinking of becoming a photographer but I did have an interest in images. The rest is history, to coin a phrase.
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Sunday, July 13, 2025
The artist as A young man
Our first visit to Venice in 1967 when we were single and carefree. I was not even thinking of becoming a photographer but I did have an interest in images. The rest is history, to coin a phrase.
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