olives safely gathered in

Tonight our olives are safely gathered in. A wonderful day spent under celestial skies standing in our silvery trees with purple, black, red, pink, green, smooth, speckled, wrinkly, shiny, plump, soft, ripe, round, oval, lovely olives tumbling into our nets. Thanks be to the god of olive trees.

la porta della chiesa

Church door, Amandola.

confession

Finding a church in disrepair is always unsettling, yet fascinating. Entering sacred places, once held in esteem, now fallen into rubble and tatters, their inner dignity exposed, I find most revealing. It is as if the neglected fabric of the building speaks. Not less of the word of God, perhaps more.

le marche oak trees

The acorns are falling and the oaks are turning. Their glorious moment has arrived and simply being here with these ancient Le Marche querce is an honour indeed.