One early March I decided to quit my job and travel to Italy on my own, with my backpack and camera. No itinerary, no particular place in mind.

I landed in Naples and I’d decide where to go once I opened my eyes in the morning. It’s in the mist of uncertainty where all possibilities are born and without knowing, I started a comprehensive travel journal I carry to this day.

The light of the docks, sunk in the mellow joy of the late afternoon sun carried the day long after I was supposed to go home.