"I had seen this gondola tied up near the bridge a few times as I returned to my lodgings. It never seemed to be in quite the right place to establish an interlocking of shapes. I loaded black and white film into the film back, set up the camera and tripod and waited. With an echoing bellow from the bargee, a barge laden with the brilliant colours of tomatoes and oranges came swerving round the corner and passed my gondola, pushing its nose to position almost under the bridge with its passing. For one lovely luxurious minute I could wait until the elaborate and proud prow would quietly drift backwards and, at the given moment, when the bridge and prow quietly interlocked, I depressed the shutter. A second later, the relationship disintegrated and with a board grin on my face, I packed up to leave for the vivid green fields of England. The whole thing had been really rather lovely."  Charlie Waite