Lily Island

This morning I woke up and thought of lilies and islands. The first time he took me there was during my first visit of him and Italy. No talk of the future (and barely any talk at all since his English was still in the making and my Italian was only theoretical), no worries and no dog….

WPC: Against all odds, evenly

Not that there were any odds to begin with, and yet I’ve come a long way. Geographically speaking. We shall have a look at how it all began in a minute, but first the previous week on my blog. There were: Twelve photos from last April as part of my 2016 Calendar; full moon, if…

SL-WEEK 47: Big blue things

Sylvain says “Blue” and I think of the ferry to the Isola del Giglio. The sea and the sky are blue too. No wonder 25 photos got gathered. Let them, I’ve been sitting on them for over a year. “Here I am, a small blue thing,” sang Suzanne Vega, instead I give you big blue…