As I learn the history of my own city, I’ve begun appreciating others much more. I would love to spend a month in each of these classic cities.
A foggy New York City
The streets of Paris
Canals of Venice
Photos via EyePoetry.
Sunday mornings are lovely with a cup of coffee and wanderlust over my favorite bookmarked Etsy sites.
Photos via EyePoetryPhotography.
European travel appeals to me largely because of the prospect of meeting and mingling with locals. Equally enticing are the educational opportunities of seeing art and architecture, churches, museums, historical sites, and villages firsthand. This architecture is far from grand or ornate or significant. But it is simple, colorful and part of everyday life, as opposed to the Louvre or Cologne Cathedral.
The Arno river Pisa, Florence, Italy
Coastal village, Italy
Manarola in Liguria, Italy
I do not have a Tumblr, but I find myself perusing random Tumblrs more and more these days. I find beautifully striking pictures on that platform that I would not find elsewhere, and for that I am glad it exists. These are just a few places where I would love to spend a lazy afternoon by the water:
The only downfall of Tumblr is that many people don’t post photo sources or locations. And sometimes images are Photoshopped. I found all three images and more from BURRIS.
I can dream with the best of them…
Sunshine. Clear skies. The sound of water lapping against the decks. Bright storefronts. Lazy, hazy days.
The smell of mountains. Warming green shutters juxtapose a stark countryside and cold, hard stone buildings.
Orange skyline. Cold, moist sand on bare feet. Floating clouds carry dreams. Peace come over you.
Photos via Flickr, Flickr, and National Geographic.
My head is all over the place today. Random thoughts flying in and out. What ifs dropping on me like bombs. Loose ends that need tying up. To-do lists. And admittedly, lots of stress. Naturally, as I was ignoring these scatterbrain moments during class today, I came across some fun and nostalgic photos of childhood favorites. And I suddenly find myself wanting to road trip to Coney Island, forget about said to-do lists, buy a cotton candy and forget to wear sunscreen.
A carousel in Piazza Degli Strozzi, Florence, Italy
Who’s with me?
Images via Craft Idea Every Day and Deviant Art.
A silent walk on a dusky evening with dirt and leaves underfoot.
I want to reach out from an idling gondola and touch this brick facade.
The smell of morning, dew at my fingertips, Matsuo Basho on my mind.
Images via Craft Idea Every Day, Flickr, A Cup of Joe.
