Invisible Cities...

My impression of invisible cities are aspects within a city that often times go unnoticed. So far I feel like my stay in Roma has been consumed with the array of beauty that exists in the landscape and architectural design,the unique cultural/social trends, and the Italian language. So I chose to take the more simple route in depicting what I think of when I hear invisible cities. I feel like it's the little things that most often get overlooked. I wanted to be able to shed some light on these invisiable cities that exist in our everyday encounters.

Two dogs (interesting how they are opposite one another in color) stare out the window of a parked car. They didn't make any noise, which was surprising to me because I've rarely seen a dog that doesn't bark when people are around. Much to my astonishment out of all of the dogs I've seen roaming the streets with their owners (which is very common I'm finding) only a select few have made the slightest sound. I was beginning to wonder if the people in this city have their dogs ingest some sort of relaxation medication haha. The only reason I happened to notice these two intriguing set of eyes was because I caught the motion of their heads hanging out the window.

Clearly the driver of this vehicle must either be a pet lover, or a woman. haha. I can't imagine a man putting a stuffed animal on his dashboard....it just doesn't sound very masculine. I chose this image because again when your walking down the street you don't typically have the incentive to look inside every car...but yet this stuffed animal says alot about the owner. From the gestures I've received from most Italian women, I wouldn't picture them to be so sentimental, which is kind of the impression this stuffed animal conveyed to me about the owner. Most women here come across as very aloof. In fact, I was kind of hoping the owner might have walked by while I was snapping the picture.

This photograph caught my eye because I found it intriguing that rather than tossing this piece of paper/trash on the ground (as most Italians seem to do since trash cans aren't very easily accessible here) he or she chose to stuff it behind this pipe. Was it put there with the intention of trying to conceal it? Was this person trying to be crafty? or maybe there wasn't any meaning behind it at all. In either case, it's not the typical place you would find a piece of paper.

Here I chose to take a picture of the reminents of a bird. First of all, I feel like birds themselves often go unnoticed in this city because although I hear them chirping in the wee hours of the morning I rarely see them flying or perhaps I'm just not looking hard enough. But in Philadelphia I feel like I'm practically dodging pigeons because they seem to "own" the streets of North Philadelphia. So I found this feather interesting because to me its like a trace of the never before seen...haha not quite. But you get my point.