I had a slightly odd moment yesterday when my blue and white washing (husband's shirts) against the blue sky reminded me of Santorini - so I got my camera.
You can almost smell the breeze hitting the shirts. One of my favorite childhood memories seeing my mom hand the clothes out to dry. Well done and it's a big FAV
I want to go to Santorini like something terrible. I got a coffee table book in my early 20's titled 'Cats of Santorini' made by some photographer that took pictures of all the stray cats on the island and it was such a sweet book that I remember looking at it lots and I often copied the pictures and made them into paintings.