*blog*

Wherein I squish the world into a bottle and set it out to sea.

so much beauty. so much love. and a blessing from Leonie Wise.

the view from here . ..

I have rented a car and will be driving from Rome to the hills of Abruzzo. Me, the woman who regularly sails by her own damn exit . . eep. I know, right?  Lucky for me-- there will be some good company in the car to keep me calm and on the good red road.

Even more wonderful is that this Fall, you will be able to actually hold Jen's gorgeous photographs in your hands as her book Brooklyn Makers will be out in the world and you can get first dibs on it with a pre-order now.

Visiting her blog is like stepping into a most wondrous landscape of color, light and exquisite composition.

...the vistas were extraordinary, but what filled their hearts most were the people
that welcomed them into this beautiful part of the world with so much grace and kindness

Honestly-- a reverence for the land, gardens, home & family-- life-- it just doesn't get any better than this!

Sometimes you must travel all around the world to realize you are home...

Alas-- that is also a truth of travel-- there is only the one moment. So soak it in, breathe as deeply into it as possible-- because it is indeed, fleeting.

Michelle celebrates her brithday in style, in Italy of course!  

sometimes, it doesn't matter what the language-- there are no words enough

No, I mean I really don't have the words-- I speak zero Italian. Not that I haven't tried to learn-- I have. It's just that it kills my French and I am too afraid of losing my French to power through and learn Italian. But, maybe after a week in Abruzzo, I will happily trade in my accent grave for some passionate hand gestures.

Providence, Paris and Austin, Texas-- hmm, Caroline Wright seems to spend her life in some of my favorite places.  And, when she left Providence for Paris her intent was to focus on fashion design, but she ended up living with a group of artists from all over the world (as part of an arts collective project) in an abandoned state building in Belleville.  Okay, that sounds like WAY too much fun.  How utterly cool.  (Am officially wishing I had done that when I left college.  Oh well . . .)