Caravaggio Come to Life

Florentine Scribblings

Early mornings come too quickly, no matter what time zone.

One morning, though, my sleepy eyes were greeted with a pleasant sight. I stepped into a painting by Caravaggio. The dark room was illuminated by only the space between the shudders. The light itself hit only the turned down bedclothes, which become a brighter white. I smiled, resisting the urge to go back to sleep.

I wish I had taken a picture, but I was afraid of ruining the lighting.

5 thoughts on “Caravaggio Come to Life

    1. No, alas I didn’t! That was the day I moved into my apartment. I took advantage of the beautiful views from the hotel terrace to photograph Florence from above. 🙂


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