This past week was a week of incredible extremes.
From the grandest endless expanses…
… to the most intimate proximity of living space.
From the most touristed of places…
… to paths unimaginably less traveled…
From the most grandiose forms of human expression…
…to the most simple…
and all the while reminded of the importance of time, of music passing, of moments taken and stored in a memory box of snapshots and familiar scents, of sunsets just missed and the endless lapsing of ocean waves. This week, I was reminded of the importance of taking time to dance…
…to build…
…to reflect?…
…to laugh at the most silly of things…
…and to always continue walking…
…but most importantly…
…always, always the love.
I had the most wonderful of vacations.
























Oh mate, good on ya. Looks like you guys had wonderful time. And you hiked the Cinque Terre; that’s my favorite place in the world.
Soul sufficiently rejuvenated now is it?
Cheers,
Maggie
Mingling tears and smiles. . . . wonderful to see you so happy, and waxing so poetic. Thanks for sharing such a special moment in your life.
Lucky Tim…
Great pictures !
xoxo
best vacation of my life! and so much more to come!
i arrive at austerlitz 9am friday. don’t worry, i haven’t forgotten how to get to the house.
Best post.
Yet.
hey,
i hope you dont mind. i used some of your gorgeous images in my blog.
please let me know if its a problem at all.
thanks
melody
This post is way too adorable. Tone it down.
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