In the cool of the late Tuscan night…
I walked from the big house to the villas
In the cool of the late Tuscan night
I smelt wheat grass and orange blossom
I heard owls and night birds
And rustling in the grass
I saw twinkling lights on distant hills
I felt a thousand years press against my throat
I took the shy silence
Deep into my mouth and ate it
I sensed the dust of a summer night
Felt it envelop and Tusconise me
And I wished I could have remained
In this cool scented darkness
Far away from the conversations
That these days I am forced to have
I would have liked to have turned
Purposely off this road
Plunged straight into that thicket
And become a wild boar, a springing deer
Maybe a rabbit or jumping hare
With beautifully less to think of
Alas up ahead lay my reception
And I braced, sucking in the last of the air
Into the night dust.
As the sun sets on the last of these beautiful summer evenings, I think of my time in Tuscany. It was storybook picturesque. Like a romantic scene in one of Shakespeare’s plays. Although I was not able to partake in any romance, I did get to participate in a couple of modeling shoots.
I had the privilege of shooting with Andrea of Davide Bischeri Fotografia. There was a language barrier, but it made the shoot fun and entertaining. Britt and I were lucky to be able to find Serena who was working at the hotel to translate for us. Serena was definitely a gem.
I have yet to receive the photos from the winery we shot at I hope shortly I’ll be able to share them. But for now, I hope you enjoy these.
Thanks for reading,