There is nothing like a train journey for reflection.
― Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams.
Obstacles ...
I discovered a graffiti park, here in the city, once upon a time ...
Of course developers took it over, 'fixed' it, and these days it's a shadow of its former luscious self. But here's a photograph I made before it was fixed.
And So I Fly ...
I've been swinging through the jungle of much-to-do and I'm ready to sleep for a week ...
Flying tomorrow, bound for Italy.
Found, Out in the Carrugio, Genova
The Longest Way ...
Anyway, the photograph below ... I took the longest way to school today and discovered this beautiful mural in the back of the city somewhere. I slipped inside the gate and took it.
Light and Colour, Genova
I can never predict what I might find out in the streets of Genova, Italy.
Never. It seems that all is possible. Today the light was strong and it was hot. Really unbelievably hot but I am adjusting to it. Loving it even ... after the long Belgian winter that was.
I couldn't resist attempting to capture something of the artworks found in the narrow caruggi (alleyways) here in the ancient heart of Genova.
