Fog on SP74, Lunigiana.
A path through thick foliage, invites the traveler into the unknown.
Collared dog, Naples
Beach Restaurant, Near Grottamare
An idyosincrasy of Italians is the belief they hold that fish should be eaten only by the sea. Steadfastily holding on to tradition can be reassuring but also hinder innovation and change and these diners are as as likely as any to be consuming frozen product.
Off season beach, Adriatic sea
As if by magic the work of photographer Luigi Ghirri was right there in front of my very eyes. Gentle and melancholic, a whisper to the wilder times of summers past and future.
Olive picking, Bagnone.
One of agriculture’s least physically taxing jobs, a weekend’swork suffices to provide oil for a family’syearly needs.
Green House I, Modenese.
Post war italian architecture is a real disappointment in a land filled with beauty but somehow this house spoke to me. It is precariusly built too close to the edge of the state road and judging by the guard rail it has recently seen a near miss with a moving vehicle.
Sheep being led, Gran Sasso.
Restricted in space and frightened, these sheep being loaded on a truck are like a metaphor for the people of Italy in late October 2020
erena, Ercolano
Serena’s quiet demeanor betrays no hint of what I imagine to be a longing for freedom, breath and space away from oppressive family dogma common in the South.
Tricolor Gas Station, Pazzano
Like a moment from the movie “Close encounters of the third kind” this gas station shows a patriotism unusual in Italians other than for sporting events and food choices.