This is my first and favorite image that comes to mind when one says “Italy.”
Marche Hills
A few steps outside of the city of Ancona: the boundless, rolling Marche countryside, where the colors of wheat and green apples cross-hatch across the hills and the undiluted blue of the sky above shines with the same vibrance as the ground underneath your feet.
A few steps outside of the city, there are chirping birds and wild mulberries dotting the side of the road and a sense of infinity that doesn’t end with the horizon. As you keep walking, the hills keep rolling. Rolling and growing and stretching and tempting you to cross just one more and see the view from there. And then just one more, and one more.
PS: Fun fact (kinda)- Remember Canvas C, back in the pre-numbered days? That tractor was painted from photos taken on the same stroll out of Ancona and into the wilderness. In fact, that red tractor is actually located on that second hill off in the distance. Cool, huh?
I love the way “gold colors” mix togheter with “nature green” and “sky blue” …. (mi piace il modo in cui i “colori dorati” si mischiano assieme al “verde della natura” e il “blu del cielo” ….)
This absolutely pops! Dark patch in tree and foreground sends your eye searching straight back to white on the distant hill in distance while bright warm earth and cool blue sky balance out the darks! Wow! You are good!
Wow! You’re even better than me for seeing it with such an art-critique-eye! As always, thank you :) I love comments- especially when they are substantial and obviously thought out. You’re awesome.