Nothing but the dreams of civilization remain.

Something solid for the soul. No arguments, just easy, digestible compositions of stone and sky.

Flat surfaces of Santorini houses serve as canvases for the blue brush of sky. White walls and open thought.

A ringing of idyllic bells in the idyllic Santorini. Delicate shapes caress the sky.

A clean hello throws us deep into labyrinthine construct.

An ode to closing lids and sleepy nights.

A curtain of hot air waivers across the landscape. A distant tower anchors the composition and steals the eye.