Whilst visiting a house the other day I met a signora who lived next door. She had come to help her husband tend the vegetable patch. Their view stretched away before them towards the mountains. As I took my photographs I watched as they bent together over their work, slowly and skillfully lifting and dropping their hoes, digging their terra. Ottanta! (eighty!), she said with a twinkling smile when I asked her age. La! (over there!), she said, pointing to a house across the field when I asked where she was born. Everything about her brimmed with belonging and timeless tradition, most covetable in this modern world.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
This Modern World
Whilst visiting a house the other day I met a signora who lived next door. She had come to help her husband tend the vegetable patch. Their view stretched away before them towards the mountains. As I took my photographs I watched as they bent together over their work, slowly and skillfully lifting and dropping their hoes, digging their terra. Ottanta! (eighty!), she said with a twinkling smile when I asked her age. La! (over there!), she said, pointing to a house across the field when I asked where she was born. Everything about her brimmed with belonging and timeless tradition, most covetable in this modern world.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
paradise found
High up in the mountains I have found a small stone house, snug into the hillside with a meadow for a lawn and a view as wide as you could wish for. It is an archetypal paradise on top of the world, with some land, wild flowers, white blossom, sea on the distant horizon and air so clean I felt I might float up and away.
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