It could be graffiti, it could be art, but it reminded me of war, half baked, quickly executed, with unknown fallout…a disaster in black and polluted white.
Shogun armor in an antique shop window in Amsterdam’s Museumplein. I couldn’t help thinking ‘that would fit me!’ as I passed by and had to snap a photograph. Dreams of another lifetime…they fill my everyday.
‘Icarus Remains’ by Josie Spencer in London’s Golden Square. He flew too close to the sun and disappeared beneath the sea.
The sun is missing today. This bear can attest to that. His shades are useless, farcical, with their oversize hearts. London skies are a sun vacuum, replacing the brilliant golds with bitter grey. I feel it today, a particular type of unkindness settling beneath my tepid skin. In Texas I would be burning with joy, instead of drowning in apathy. Come back oh yellow beam of light, return and warm my muted heart. Remind me why I love London summertime, or why I think I do.
The light inside the Torre del Mangia or ‘Tower of the Eater’ is a photographer’s dream.
Siena is filled with narrow alleyways, each one uniquely decorated. This one has what appears to be fishtail chandeliers lighting the way. Bellissimo!
Looking out from the dark womb of the bell tower, wondering if I can once again take the scorching Italian heat #torredelmangia #siena