Sitting down to review photographs taken in Rome, I couldn't resist playing with this one.
I love Bernini's angels on the bridge that leads to Castel Sant'Angelo - it's the building I most love in Rome.
This angel, by Roman sculptor Antonio Giorgett, a student of Gian Lorenzo Bernini is known as the Angel with the Sponge.
I have never had so many things go wrong on a journey as went wrong in Italy this time.
I came home skinnier, tired, and feeling a little bit defeated ... ready to tear off my wandering wings, buy myself a dog and stay home. Writing of life.
But good food, warmth, and simply being home has allowed me to put myself back together. Helped, I'm sure, by my lovely friend Inge who mailed me a much-longed for New Zealand movie. I watched it on my first night home and loved Himiona Grace's film - The Pa Boys.
And so it's Friday. I picked up a couple of exciting new projects yesterday ... inspiring me to download the last of my photographs from Liguria. My new website is back on the table as that thing that must be done. There was no time for anything creative while in Italy this time ... just a few photographs. (The book was not completed).
So ... an end to the whining and on with everything else.
The River Tiber, just before the heavens opened and I got soaked hurrying back to the apartment ...
It's 10 celsius here this morning. I coughed all night and my throat still hurts but the view from the balcony makes up for a lot ...
It was an unexpected detour and I'll need to sell a kidney at some point, although our beautiful apartment was a huge bargain at winter rates. I need to link to it at some point but not this morning. There's a city to explore.
There are blood oranges and mandarins ready to be picked from the tree and eaten ...
