While
in Venice last year, Chase spent many hours photographing the
Grand Canal and also the smaller, inner canals. Much of his
photography was at twilight or dusk, but on several mornings he
and his wife rose early to enjoy a “different Venice” - few
tourists and no gondoliers or boat traffic. The city was totally
still and quiet except for the sounds of water lapping against the
timeworn bricks or the hulls of tethered boats. The mists of
morning made the narrow canals all but vanish. As dramatic
and awe-inspiring as Venice was in the evening, it was even more
remarkable in the morning - a magical moment when the city seemed
invisible except for the soft colors of the ancient buildings
reflecting in the water. It was a world of delicate hues and
magnificent textures – so real up close, then silently
disappearing like a dream in the silvery mists of morning.
