We took a quick family vacation a few weeks ago, passing through Venice, then southwest to Tuscany and the coast. Traveling with a young child can bring stress and little sleep, but also these moments of unfettered joy. In Pisa, Luke made friends with a little boy, each holding dripping cones of gelato that seemed destined to fall to the cobblestone ground, and they ran in wide circles around the pedestrian square, pointing out dogs and buses and laughing, in a world of their own. With any brief travel, the photographs are more like visual sketches of what's known and unknown. It feels presumptuous to form opinions so quickly, and what's left are little moments and scenes that aren't constrained by the visual overload of something new.