Burano, a feast for the eyes.


What a lovely place Burano is.  It must be awful to be a resident with so many tourists looking in your windows and judging the colour of your house and the state of the decoration, but as a visitor it is such a wonderful place to consider how much happier people would be if houses in other parts of the world were similarly decorated.




Casa Blu, Burano


The island of Burano is an assault on a photographer’s sight.  There is too much to shot, too many colours, too much to capture, too many people in the shots, too much of everything.  Instead, I tried to capture shop windows, and more details.  I liked how this store cut down colours to just two and went for cool rather than the hot pinks and reds and greens in the rest of the town.

The Lace Makers of Burano


Taken in the lace museum in Burano, these ladies are the last of the city’s lace makers. Their work is so fine and they sit quietly stitching all day. A significant piece of lace can take years to make, and thus once a machine was designed that could do this work, the market for hand stitched lace disappeared. A document to a passing skill.