Sunday
afternoon: I’ve convinced my wife that relaxing by Santa Croce lake is really a
nice activity, but it is hot as well.
So we come back home and, guess what, I
pick my camera(s) and decide to go for a walk, south side of the square mile.
There are 35 degrees Celsius.
Vittorio
Veneto is a bit unusual: many years ago there were 2 villages, Ceneda and
Serravalle; the two were put together in order to be districts of one small city called Vittorio Veneto.
I live between the two districts, in the center of Vittorio, that is not Ceneda
(south) nor Serravalle (north).
I am in
Ceneda’s boundary now.
The single
line railway lays down between the mountains and the city, all along the west
side, just near buildings and houses.
The big, historical, thermal & spa center
is one of the old buildings beyond the railway, and is shut down since the 70s.
Once these
steps were the access to the thermal center: now they go into
the railway’s fence.
I look for compositions that will best express my idea: the fair Vittorio going nowhere.


















