I have not posted for a long time because I am deep into my latest literary project, which is turning out to be a long and complicated one. I intend to follow the marching orders I was given a long time ago when I became editor of a highly technical newsletter for engineers at a nuclear power plant. “Tell the truth,” my boss said, “and let the chips fall where they may.” I’m also guided by the words of Dr. Samuel Johnson: “I have protracted my work till most of those whom I wished to please have sunk into the grave, and success and miscarriage are empty sounds: I therefore dismiss it with frigid tranquillity, having little to fear or hope from censure or from praise.”
These aerial photographs are of the western side of the island of Ischia. The geographical coordinates indicate the precise location of my vineyard’s villa, where I have lived in pleasant solitude these past seven years. While wholly accurate the images are entirely too flat and surreal to do this beautiful place justice.