A photo from this date, at some point in the past.
Almost sort of looks like it could be a face, with moss for hair.
I was captured by the vividness of the moss on this stump; it almost seems to be glowing.
Completely unrelated, some of the lands around here were toxic waste dumps in the fifties.
Oh, those sneaky Italian seaside towns.
Another image from my wife’s trip to Genoa. I can’t quite figure out how anyone gets to the houses.
Late Italian evening.
Credit to this gorgeous image goes to my wife; she took this at a conference she was attending in Italy at the time, outside of Genoa. Sometimes I wish I was a stressed out, under appreciated, under funded and student-berated research professor, just so I could be sent to these places.
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