Dreams of a Venetian summer

Yesterday I was in Venice. From the moment my feet touched the paving stones the city became me; the heady mix of culture and tourism embellishing each breath I take. At the height of summer this temperature is overwhelming and the heat clings to my body in a thick mist of sweat. Sea wind slows…

Home again.

I had a break over January. I went exploring the world, and somehow found my way back home… Home again. JR Manawa. She’s seen the sultry sunrise from the hazy peaks of Mount Sinai, and run barefoot across the ruddy dry earth of the Navajo desert chasing tumble weed. Awestruck she’s walked the glittering halls…