Shadow Shot Sunday: Venice




I shot this during a photography workshop
with Jonathan Maher in Venice.





Shadow Shot Sunday

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Karen @ Pieces of Contentment said…
That must have been an amazing experience! Lovely photo, as if from a completely other time and place.
November 24, 2012 at 5:47 PM
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