David Johnson

My mother kept all the letters and cards that I sent to her from my travels over the years. Now she has passed them onto me.

Maybe there is a story in there?

A visitor this morning.

A misty evening.

I am not a surfer but I am find myself in awe of the big winter swells that come to these islands. This swell was meant to have waves peaking at 20 to 30 feet. The photo and video below do no justice to the power of the ocean and the visual experience, but hopefully they will give you a taste.

I sit quietly while waiting for the final guests to arrive. We are eating soon.

A walk to the mailbox revealed the arrival of November’s collection from Field Notes.

Ready for tomorrow’s gathering.

There are times when I appreciate living on the wetter side of the island. Good, lazy Saturday morning weather.

A moody, wet Lake Como, with clouds hugging the mountains, as we set off.

This morning’s view at Lake Como.

Two men in Siena.

I’m trying to learn a little more from @maique’s examples.

Tuscan sunset.

Entering SPECTRE’s lair. Aka, a visit to Antinori nel Chianti Classico winery.

The entrance to their parking garage.

Steps to the reception area.

Looking down on the reception area while waking up to the roof.

Deep in the bowls of the winery.

More Florence street art….

…these two were next to each other under a small indent in the wall.

Taking inspiration from @maique, a wall drawing from the streets of Florence.

Morning view towards Florence

Back from my Micro Meetup with @maique. Thank you for the lovely walk, conversation and tour of your corner of Lisbon. 🥰

Photo credit @maique (of course) though I’ve probably missed out on picking the best photo. 😬

A room with a view at night with Jupiter looking on. The Pantheon, Lisbon.

A room with a view. The Pantheon, Lisbon.

Face peeling off the wall, Lisbon.