Bella in Roma

always smiling…




Be they rough threads of wool

or fine-grained ropes of clay

all things have the power to inspire

with their own essential beauty.  — Tricia Orr

autumn repose

A Blade of Grass

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such a noise! They scatter all my winter dreams.”  K. Gibran


pay attention to me!

we were sitting at the air and space museum passing time before our flight… neither one of us wanted to look at airplanes…


roma olives

snapped this while sitting on palatine hill amidst palace ruins…



more than anything, i like strolling aimlessly through the narrow city streets…


my lovies in roma

we bagged our first wonder: the colosseum 

sampled plenty of gelato. gaped at super cool ruins, fountains, and churches. dodged too many street hawkers to count… unfortunately Gabe and Todd weren’t so successful dodging an enormous flock of birds…


cute as a button

the running joke around the house when Gabe acts like a surly teenager is “Isn’t he cute as a button?… don’t you just want to pinch his cheeks?” Truthfully, he’s a sweetheart the vast majority of the time.


just call me a loafer

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.  –Thoreau


more blue

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
 Thich Nhat Hanh