Saturday, February 25, 2012
The inn in Tuscany had set up tables for our tour group to have dinner under the black walnut trees near where I was painting, separated by a stand of evergreens. I knew I would be late for dinner but I wanted to capture this beautiful scene and the long deep afternoon shadows. I could hear laughter and the clinking of silver on plates as I worked. The light was almost gone when I finished, and I packed up my brushes and walked across the grass to where my husband and new friends were sitting, bathed in a warm glow from the twinkling lights hanging from the branches.
Have you been to Tuscany? I'd love to hear about your experiences.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
When I woke up in our little cottage in Tuscany on the agritourismo, I was itching to paint the scene outside my window: warm sunlight on the rows of olive trees with the blue hills in the distance. But, alas, there was no time because we were headed into Florence. But later in the afternoon, I was able to take my time with it. That night, the owners told us that the olive oil on our salad came from this very farm. That's eating local!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
I was impressed with Florence's police officers. Not that I had any personal interaction with them, mind you. The just had nice uniforms, interesting helmets, and very high quality white leather accessories. Probably Gucci.
Friday, February 3, 2012
This was one of the cottages on the agriturismo (government-subsidized farm bed and breakfast) where we stayed outside of Florence. In the morning the distant hills were bands of lighter and lighter blues. We were woken by a symphony of Tuscan roosters, with a chorus whose lyrics said that absolutely everyone should be up now!