Faces lurk around every corner in Italy. Even the stone work demands attention.

Gossips. By the fountain in Florence.

Seahorses grace the gondolas in Venice.

There are ghosts at the Marina Piccolo…we visited this beach because my dad had been there in WWII. It is vibrant as ever.

Doing laundry on Burano. Nobody here is afraid of color.

Little J.

Andrei on Father’s Day.

The tail guns. Nothing much besides a skin of metal, some canvas, and a pair of guns between you and an enemy attack. Stephanie Lile photo.

Lavender ice.

The Trashman of Wauna.

Stephie in Roma. The Colosseum.