Who knew, except for the way it glowed in the dark,
That this one had my namesake written all over it?

Apart from some names and the glimpse of an image,
You never know what to expect from the new exhibits–
Much less which one’s most apt to repay your interest.

A flyer around town led Rebecca to think, “That looks
Like some of the stuff I’ve been doing.” Only once in
Front of the pieces, the likeness was not to be found.

Instead we spent most of our time studying grid lines
Beneath mostly modern Roman buildings, fully drawn
Only to be partially covered in paint. Like my shutter.

For a better sense of what held us in thrall,
Check out the website link here and scroll
Down toward the architectural work at the bottom,
Even if the thumbnails scarcely do the exhibit justice.

So much depends on the way you make things look? Nothing about
A wall, least of all something about one outcast in a field, stands out.

Unless Sol LeWitt‘s Muro, left out in the open, is meant to have no end
In view. Something there is about a wall doesn’t love this construction.

The finest of the exhibits we found (from our point of view):

For more of the works of Alessandro Grazi, proceed hitherto.

Once every trip I forget that I want
Either the instrument or the talent
To master the art of an iconic shot.
Of all the ones taken, who gets it?

I don’t know who this woman is, but for the past thirty some-odd years she’s been photobombing my selfies. Last seen: Cantina de Corvi, digging into dolce.

So much less fun,
I keep finding,
To record them
When not moving.

The pouch on my belt can’t carry the blame this time.
Perhaps I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe I can’t read
Italian. But it surely adds an addendum to this post
If I tell you that only Rebecca laughed as we passed
Another addition to my slow growing T-Shirt Collection.
All I saw, as I recall, was a Joseph coat of many letters:

Non ho bisogno di Google.
Mia moglie lo sa tutto.

I have no need of Google.
My wife knows it all.