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December 18, 2010

The snow has landed

December 18, 2010/ Marco Secchi

On the Venice Lagoon between the white snow, the dark green of the water and heavy sky

Some of the images have been used by MSNBC photoblog

Marco Secchi

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The February full moon is traditionally called the Snow Moon. Not because it makes things beautiful, but because it arrives when winter is at its most honest. Cold, slow, stripped back. For centuries it marked a pause in the year, a moment to endure rather than push forward. A reminder that not all time is for growth or progress. Some of it is simply for being here, exactly as things are.

Ljubljana, Carnival time. For a few days the city belongs to bells, fur, horns, and something much older than tourism. Kurenti passing through Ljubljana during Carnival, bells and fur echoing a ritual that comes from Ptuj, not the city streets. a ritual meant to chase winter away and invite spring back in. Heavy costumes, animal skins, loud cowbells, and that slightly unsettling energy you only get when folklore is still alive, not staged. What I love is the contrast. Brutal masks, sharp horns, serious faces… and then kids wearing them like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Tradition handed over without explanation. Shot with a Leica, because this kind of moment does not need tricks, just presence and a bit of respect for what is unfolding in front of you. Sometimes Carnival is not about colour and confetti. Sometimes it is about noise, weight, history, and letting winter know its time is up.

Venice, Carnival season. Everyone thinks the masks are the spectacle. The real theatre is the dance between photographers, tripods, bad knees, questionable dignity, and a shared agreement that this moment is worth looking ridiculous for. This is what it looks like when curiosity wins over comfort. Also, nobody was harmed. Pride maybe. Knees definitely.

Venice, Carnival, and a full week immersed in photography. From this Saturday until next, I’ll be in Venice running my 3-day Carnival workshops. Slow mornings, long walks, masks, light, conversations, mistakes, small victories. The kind of days where you actually see, instead of just collecting images. If you’re here this week, say hello. If you’ve been thinking about joining me in the future, bookings for 2027 are now open. I keep these workshops small, by design, and they always fill earlier than expected. No rush, no pressure. Just an open door and an honest invitation. Details via link in bio.

Close this app. It’s 5 PM on a Friday. The light is fading, but the city is waking up. Don’t double-tap this photo. Put your phone down, grab your camera, and go shoot the dark. There is more life out there in the shadows than there is on this feed. Go.

Alright, Burano behaving itself for once. Black and white, quiet geometry, shutters doing their thing, and one human exactly where you want them, not where they insist on being. This is why I love small squares of light and patience more than loud colour. Burano doesn’t need shouting. It whispers, then rewards you if you wait. Shot with a Leica, yes. But the real work was standing still long enough for the scene to finish the sentence.