Last week was a tiny bit chaotic. Winter is a lingering houseguest who refuses to get the hint that it’s time to leave. My camera is collecting dust, waiting to have purpose once again. In times like these, there is only one answer. Italy. The photographs I have of Italy are medicine for my soul. An early morning gliding through the Italian countryside with sleepy vineyards and misty hills. I think I could ride that train for forever.

More Italy goodness.