Today I wandered into my Rome archives and rediscovered this shot where I had ended up using a bridge as my 'tripod' one evening while lost in that city I always get so happily lost in.
The second beautiful thing today was a chat with Lisa Chiodo. She is one of those magnificent women I get to call a friend. You can read about her and Sam and their big beautiful dreams over here here on their website.
Think about booking a holiday with them too ... you won't regret it :-)
The third thing ... after dropping Miss 10 off at school this morning, I discovered that the new bakery nearby sells the most divine custard-filled eclairs. I carried one all the way home, reading Cees Nooteboom's divine book, Roads to Santiago.
A sample of his writing: I wander around. The coolness of the garden contrasts with the heat of the landscape, the coolness of the church contrasts with that of the garden, it is almost chilly where I am now. The thick walls of a church prevent the outside air, the ordinary air, from having its way. Suddenly I am standing before an arbitrary structure made of stone: its mere presence alters the quality of what little air has managed to come in. This is no longer the air wafting in poplars and clover, the air that is moved this way and that in the breeze. This air is church air, as invisible as the air outside, but different. Church-shaped air, permeating the space between the columns and, deathly still, like an absent element, rising up to fill the pointed vaulting constructed of rough-hewn blocks of stone. There is no one in the church. Enormous columns rise directly from the paved floor, the position of the sun casts a strange, static pool of light through the oculus somewhere on the right of the church. It's a little ghostly. I hear my own footsteps. This space distorts not only the air, but also the sound of each step I take - they become the steps of someone walking in a church. Even if one subtracts from these sensations all that one does not in fact believe in oneself, then there's still the imponderable factor that other people do believe, and especially have believed, in this space.