Twilight in Martina Franca
The day before the presidential election in the United States, we sat on our terrace and marveled at the sky. A warm scirocco wind was blowing from the south, the clouds were swirling and the colors changed before we could capture them on camera. The sky was a visual representation of an uncertain future, beautiful but unsettling. Removed from daily political analysis, the clouds reminded us that the future is anything but clear. Happily, we’re not thinking much beyond the olive harvest just now.