Venice is the kind of place that makes you believe you’re a better photographer than you are. Every bridge, every canal, every accidental reflection—effortless. I kept snapping, convinced I’d finally capture the feeling of being here. But the photos all looked the same: perfect, empty, like postcards with no one to send them to. I thought maybe I was missing something, so I wandered further, past the crowds, into alleys that smelled like salt and old stone. I still couldn’t shake the sense that I was just another ghost passing through, collecting proof I’d been somewhere beautiful. Venice doesn’t take bad photos. But it’s easy to feel invisible in them. #Travel #TravelTruths #VeniceUnfiltered