Saving Our Personal Stories
In places where people have existed for centuries, my thoughts turn to wonder who might have walked these paths or streets, who lived and conducted business in the structures, who loved, raised…
In places where people have existed for centuries, my thoughts turn to wonder who might have walked these paths or streets, who lived and conducted business in the structures, who loved, raised…
“some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.” ― Charles Bukowski, “War All the Time” https://meanderingpassage.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2020/05/EBM-20120707165431.jpg With pandemic required social distancing and stay-at-home, our day-to-day worlds are a little strange these days. Add to that the news bombarding us with deaths, hardships, violence, protest, and the insanity of an…
“Maybe it’s not about having a beautiful day, but about finding beautiful moments. Maybe a whole day is just too much to ask. I could choose to believe that in every day, in all things, no matter how dark and ugly, there are shards of beauty if I look for them.” ― Anna White https://meanderingpassage.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2020/04/EBM-20120707115251.jpg The…
What with finally sitting still for a while my minds drifting back to previous travels and things seen. So be forewarned, there will be some random photos dragged up from my archived photo “swamp.”
Sometimes the image cries out to you — take me.
The drive from Venice, Italy, to Florence, Italy was our first real introduction to the rural Italian. When we had drove from Milan to Venice it was late evening via toll highways which offered few views of the areas were were passing through. For our drive to Florence we selected secondary roads to enjoy some of the flavors of smaller Italian towns and countryside.