An August in Italy

It’s been a long moment since I’ve devoted time to my photography. Even just casually. I missed the days I spent planning, organizing and shooting something I lovingly edited.

There’s never enough time it seems. My curiosity is spread across so many mediums. I have paintings, ceramics, textile sculptures in my apartment and something new seems to interest me every few weeks. I don’t shy away from the curiosity that draws me in so many direction. Holidays are an opportunity to reconnect to photography. I don’t have my clay, my canvases, my cotton; only my camera.

I took my holidays with my husband at his family’s summer home on the west coast of Italy. A wonderful two and a half weeks to simply relax and go on a few walks with my camera. I caught up on my reading list, finishing:

My Stupid Intentions, Perfume, The Starless Sea, The Richest Man in Babylon, Leaving The Atocha Station, The Four Agreements, and started Americans in Paris.

When we weren’t reading on the beach, we took visits to some beautiful places; the charming Fossanova Abbey, the historic city center of Sperlonga, the gorgeous Hotel Punta Rossa and of course Rome’s city center when we were back home with la famiglia.