The streets in Genova pull me out into them ... I can spend hours walking there, lost in the now. I am missing those days where images came in through my camera lens as a deluge of colours and textures.
In New Zealand I was the kid and later, the woman, who disappeared constantly ... on my bike or in the car, with my dog, I was off, in search of a place to dream. Rivers, lakes, the beach or, more simply, a school field.
In Genova I find that space more easily in a cityscape than anyplace else I've lived so far. It used to be Nature, now it seems that this remarkable old Italian city can soothe my soul.
