a moment
with da Vinci
low whispers
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Photo: The Last Supper, Chiesa di Danta Maria delle Grazie, Milan, Italy, c.b.w. 2018
Words: c.b.w. 2019
a moment
with da Vinci
low whispers
***
Photo: The Last Supper, Chiesa di Danta Maria delle Grazie, Milan, Italy, c.b.w. 2018
Words: c.b.w. 2019
spires pierce
a deep blue sky
lost in the crowd
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Photo: Duomo di Milano, Milan, Italy, c.b.w. 2018
This is the last picture I took in Milan. The trip itself was amazing in terms of the architecture, culture, and scenery, but also because it was a return to something I love: travel. After a few years of being unable to travel overseas, it felt amazing to jump back into the fray and be somewhere so fundamentally different from home. On this last evening, my husband and I wandered around the Duomo as we had several nights before, but there was something different in the air. Rather than the sense of something exciting and strange, a feeling of familiarity and settling in took over. That’s the thing about travel – places that are foreign and unnerving at first quickly begin to feel like home. It’s in these moments that you realize we are more the same than different.
Words: c.b.w. 2019
daylight fades
streetlamps flare
excitement in the air
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Photo: Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, Milan, Italy, c.b.w. 2018
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019
tower bells
sunlight cradles
the call
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Photo: Tirano, Italy, c.b.w. 2018
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018
park benches
hot in the sun
no one stops to sit
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Photo: Tirano, Lombardy, Italy, c.b.w. 2018
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2018