Rightee-oh, I have returned from the Mediterranean with firm intentions to be a new person. Is it just a personal quirk, or do you also find yourself vowing brilliant changes in lifestyle after a long stay away? And do these changes ever come to fruition? I suppose it doesn't really matter, as it nonetheless reflects the sheer impact of a thousand new visions.

This travel was all it looked to be even when it didn't always contain the elements planned at each stop (OK, how could I be in Rome and not get to the Forum? How could I be in Napoli and not find time for Pompeii? Answer: easy.) Everything I missed only added to a very convenient, molifying truth: return in not just an option, but a necessity. No need to throw coins in Trevi to reveal this fact.

I am afraid so many of my photos will turn out to be more documentation than "art." And as it should be, many of my favorite images did not lend themselves to photography, but do fit nicely into my memories, thank you very much. I hope to work on some shots soon, but then again I may need to concentrate on other things for the while (this has turned out to be a verdant spring and I'll need to brace my plum trees if I don't want to lose both fruit and limbs).

Nice to be home. Nice to have been away.