If you haven't seen my previous angst filled blog post, go read it and catch up. Did you read it? You are caught up? Good. Now see Venice how I see Venice. Through the lens of my America's Best cheap ass glasses. Through the lens of my Canon. Through me. And don't worry folks at home, Venice isn't nearly as beautiful as Youngstown. Lee Friedlander meets Andy Warol Lee Friedlander meets Andy Warhol part 2

Arguably one of the most beautiful places in the entire world, Venice left me awestruck. For my photography class my professor told us to submit some of our favorite photos we took in Venice over the weekend. In class we reviewed the photos in front of our peers. When my photos flashed on screen, they were clicked past quickly and met with silence and a crowd that was more interested in their phones. What was my problem? Editing. I hadn't narrowed down my photos enough which

Our first week in Florence, we ran into a protest. Though photojournalism isn't something I am used to or understand completely, I approached the scene with my camera held up to my eye. I knew what was happening needed to be documented. The passion and energy on the street was alive. The language barrier proved to be difficult, but after going to the protest a couple of times and doing some research I have gathered a very base knowledge of the events that led to the protest.

Last week I explored Florence with Dani. Camera in hand and a little too late in the day due to bad timing, we quickly lost the sun after about 20 minutes. We didn't let that stop us. Exploring over the river and basking in the night lights of this pretty city, we shot for an hour before stopping at a cafe for hot chocolate and pasta. It was there that we met two older women that told us how lucky and jealous they were that we got to live in Italy. It is moments like that whi

This is what happens when you let 8 photographers loose in Pisa, Italy for the day.

I have officially moved to Florence for the semester to study photography! One of the classes I am taking is a photojournalism course. This is a medium of photography that I have studied, but have never practiced. This makes it a new and unfamiliar experience. The first day of class our professor gave us an assignment and unleashed us into the wild. There is a pig statue in Florence that passerby's stop at to rub its magical nose. Our assignment was to go shoot the pig and an