I caught a ridiculously photogenic couple in Rome taking a selfie together on the pincian hill at sunset, with cupolas and Saint Peter’s behind them. Oh, to be young and beautiful and in love in Roma, what many in this world wouldn’t give for it. If only, I think to myself…

Persimmon trees bearing fruit with a view.

A little ruin and a little Renaissance (and rococo).

Dance of the tourists on the Villa Borghese’s Pincio overlooking the Piazza del Popolo.

A kissing dove and pigeon. White doves always strike me as a symbol of Ancient Rome, much like olive trees.

I like watching the beauty of Rome unfold before other people.

Down the Pincio, on the way to the Spanish Steps, there are views everywhere of cupolas up close and far away.

The endless flow of Roman water over stone and newly fallen leaves.

There’s always a sense of play and humor in the Villa Borghese park, especially in the Pincian hill section.

Walking along the Appian Way one is reminded why Rome will always be the eternal city, winter, spring, summer or autumn.