The World Cracks Open For Those Willing

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

I'm Just Fascinated By Houses. In Another Life, I'd Have Probably Trained As An Architect. If I Had Enough Money, I'd Collect Them Like Other People Collect Teapots. I Don't Know Why I Love Them So Much. I'm Just Very Interested In The Idea Of A House As A Metaphor For The Way One Lives.

Although I Am A Person Who Expected To Be Rooted In One Spot Forever, As It Has Turned Out I Love Having The Memories Of Living In Many Places.

Italy's Siren Call Lures Us More And More.

I Had The Urge To Examine My Life In Another Culture And Move Beyond What I Knew.