February 28, thePhotoProject

Crazy to think this is already the last day of the month, February 2025. I see though my past photos of this day, that this time of the year always led me to some form of introspection, beginnings and endings.

2012 Arcella, Italy. Still a newbie in my new home in Italy. Little did I know I would be here for seven more years.

2013 Saratoga, California. A visit to the places I grew up in, and have the luck to visit time and again throughout the years. My sister’s house is full of the art of Italy, so in a way it became my home away from home.

2014 Arcella, Italy. More than ten years ago, and decades more going backward and forward through time, countries will always grapple with the ebb and flow of people finding new homes and new hope, in countries they have adopted. I think this is where we need to thank God, if He exists, for making us accept that no matter where people come from or the ethnicity they bring, we are lucky to celebrate that diversity. Today, the United States has become a cesspool of hate and division. People pointing fingers and blaming the pigment in skin for their own white blinding ignorance. I hope soon for the ebb that brings us back to the flow.

2015 Venice, Italy. The golden light that colors all of us to beauty.

2016 Venice, Italy.

2018 Boise, Idaho. Curiosity instead of fear. What we could learn, if we let go.

2019 Padua, Italy. It took me years to realize I lived in paintings.

2021 Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

2022 Arvada, Colorado. Briefly, I thought I wanted back into that American Dream. I am glad to leave it behind. And in 2025, does anyone see the irony in this photograph?

2023 Arvada, Colorado. There is nothing wrong with the American Dream. A home and a picket fence. But it isn’t my dream anymore.

2024, Medellin, Colombia. A new adventure…come with me.