A Token

We all pick up things on our travels. I have scattered souvenirs in various boxes, or stuffed somewhere in my closet. And although I've been living a bit like a nomad for the past few years, living out of boxes and bags in various locations around the globe, whenever I come across something from my travels it makes me stop and smile, and remember.

Unfortunately this particular souvenir I can't claim as I've never been to Venice. (I know! Shameful!) Evan's mother picked this up on her trip to Venice last year, and I just think it's stunning. And although this might seem just like a straight shot, I had quite the difficulty in shooting from just the right angle to keep all the parallel lines parallel.

(Plus, I almost had a heart attack. My camera spent ten minutes yesterday telling me it had no card in it, even though it did, through a huge number of alternate cards, and I had almost given up when it finally decided that yes, in fact, oh-I-see-it-now, there is a card in me. I don't know what I would have done had that continued, no way to take pictures if the camera thinks there is no card.)