Summer, August '17 — 1. They tell us that the people we love are 72.8% water. There is no such thing as crying, we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out. (Lewis Mundt) 2. to lie in the sun to float face up to have your limbs sink into the gentle grass to be… Continue reading Water Bodies: Slovenia
Summer, August '17 — Photo Journal
Summer, July/August '17 — In Dubrovnik, we dream. We build a hundred different futures with our hands, our words, and tuck them into the wall that surrounds the Old Town. In this one, we live at the top of a narrow staircase. An apartment with a skylight that brings the morning sun in; that wakes… Continue reading Dubrovnik, Croatia
Summer, July '17 — Santorini appeared like a postcard / white domes and lights and the low chatter of a dormant volcano / we burnt our feet and laid on black sand beaches / ate sardines and chips by the water / followed the donkeys and the people and the sun / the sun until… Continue reading Santorini, Cyclades
Summer, July '17 — Amorgos arrived with an open heart; with arms wide in welcome. Off the port of Katapola, we have lunch at Viktoras Grill House, a humble restaurant with a deep blue front door and outdoor seating that extends into the main walking strip. We sit closest to the street because it's also… Continue reading Amorgos, Cyclades
Summer, July '17 — 1. Athens greeted us with a wave of heat we weren't expecting. Here, no wall was left blank. From the airport to Athens, every building was an attempt at immortality. At someone, somewhere, wanting to leave behind something that would outlast them. And if that's possible anywhere, it has to be… Continue reading Athens, Greece
