I made the statement yesterday, in response to a Facebook thread with a (fellow) atheist, that if I lived in Italy, I'd convert. I'm in it for the art, I said. This picture is one of the reasons why.
"The Greek pantheon roared out of the Lion Gate of Mycenae ..." That is from an paper I did for a class some years ago when I was writing about the submergence of the Great Goddess into the male-dominated pantheon of the Greeks. A bit hyperbolic, perhaps, but I still like the image. When I was in Greece a few years ago, I wanted to visit Mycenae, but it lay across the Gulf of Corinth and bus schedules vs. my remaining time in-country did not correlate. Read more about The Man From Mycenae
We rode down on the bus that morning, my daughter and I, from our lodgings in the ceramic museum, and debarked along the river below the Royal Mile of Edinburgh. Then we looked up. Read more about A Study in Gray
My first view of Venice. How was I to know I would fall in love? I spent less than 24 hours here. So why is it that I watch everything I can get my hands on that promises another glimpse of this city? I feel like the woman at the party who keeps watching the door to see if *that guy* is going to show up. Read more about Watercolor City
In the professional photog field, this might be called the money shot. My friend John and I took a train to Churchill, Manitoba, and climbed aboard a tundra buggy in hopes of a polar bear sighting. Hopes realized! Read more about That Great Gettin' Up Mornin'
Playing with pictures today, I send you to a garden in Kent. Sissinghurst, to be precise. Where we can hang with Vita and Virginia for awhile. Read more about In the Garden
1425–75; late Middle English peregrinacioun (< Middle French peregrinacion ) < Latin peregrīnātiōn- (stem of peregrīnātiō ) a traveling abroad. See peregrinate, -ion
1, 2. trip, excursion, expedition.
I hate to travel. But I love being there. Read more about Peregrination