The beam of light reminds me of what this place must have been before Vesuvius erupted.
Trekking back from the island of Ischia to Naples, the island said farewell with a beautiful view.
Two sets of walls from different eras adorn the mountain above Sintra.
The hills and the environs of the Portuguese capital were well worth the exploration.
Between the nook gardens and majestic Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh kept us enthralled
For a beach town, Lecce was pretty weird when it snowed.
Ostia Antica, the ancient port of Rome, filled me with ecstasy as I explored its stone promenades, racing the setting sun.
The city of canals is crumbling, sinking lower each year. I'm glad I had the chance to see it while it lasts.
Important life lessons while wearing Sunday's best
While one David sleeps in his museum, another watches the river, the bridges, the people - the city of Florence.
Engulfed by Rome, visiting Vatican City remains one of my fondest - and most troubling - memories.
The towns of Umbria wind around precarious cliffs. The trade off? A room with a view.
The Pantheon. The Forum. Villa Borghese. Love at first sight.
Here there exists a place of beauty, quiet, verdant hills, and a slow, lacing fog
Exploring the back country of Marin
On the shores of Bass Lake
Wet and covered in clouds, Killarney enchanted us as we strolled, hiked, boated and biked through its beauty.
Spending my last days gallivanting around Dublin environs...
The famed cliffs, the Burren and quiet Connemara country pulled me to take a lone weekend trip through the land - well worth it.
Staring me down in the Tower, the visages of Elizabeth I revealed much.
"Aingeal" means angel in Irish.
A journey through rolling hills, unkempt pastures and faerie mounds
"The bogside is your womb, and education, your umbilical cord."
Legend has it that Finn McCool, an Irish giant, built a bridge to Scotland to face his Scottish equivalent. The Giant's Causeway is all that's left of it.
For a city and region ripped apart by violence, the experience of Northern Ireland and its culture and history was as memorable as it was affecting.
In the center of Ireland is the Rock of Cashel - a breathtaking set of ruins atop a hill. One of my best memories.
During the day, we explored the massive castle grounds - and the next morn, awoke to the same place laced with fog.
Decrepit and wild, the Glenveagh Estate rests at the edge of a lake. It was an appropriately quiet and dark day.
Kinsale is a small coastal town with the ruins of Fort Charles and the beautiful bay where annual sailing races take place.
Blarney Castle and its grounds are more breathtaking than I ever expected. Well worth the visit.
Upon reaching the top of Bray Head, our breath was stolen by the expansive view of Dublin Bay.
The Aran Islands on the western coast of Ireland have hundreds of miles of stone walls and on its own western coast, a ruined fort. I stood there on the cliff. I stood on the edge of the world.
Winding through the streets of Dublin was my primary past time when I lived in the city...always with camera in tow.
Bogs are very important in the culture and terrain of Ireland - and this was the first bog I had ever seen. Mmmmm the smell of peat!
Braving out onto a frozen lake isn't something I would consider fun - my dad, sister and brother, on the other hand...
"...but the rocks they pulled up were all I've ever known. The Rock fought my spirit. The Rock fed my anger. The Rock broke my heart."
Each backstreet and nook held something to explore or marvel at - whether the fountains of Alhambra or the fountain dead end plazas in Cordoba.
Hot, wet, busy, overwhelming. Pretty much describes Paris in June, yeah?
The lifeless forest that covers Mount St. Helens is breathtaking and startling.
Every morning Luis would get up early to put on his best clothes. He was also always the last person to say good-bye.
A couple old photos from a crappy point and shoot
One of my earliest photographs.