Empty streets are the reward for getting up early in Venice. The city seems timeless, cleansed of the tourist masses and other foot traffic that conjest the streets during the day. Contract cleaners sweep away the previous day's detritus and the odd jogger glides past. It was in these quiet moments that I was able to continue my self portrait project without looking like a total weirdo. In empty lane-ways I would balance my camera on a post or railing and count down the self timer seconds before a dash across the frame. The reward for this creative silliness was a robust Italian macchiato.