In 1986 my mother took the family on a vacation to Sienna, Italy. We stayed at a beautiful old rustic farmhouse outside of Sienna. The first morning there I woke up at dawn and went for a walk. The soft air and light sparkled. I knew I was someplace special. I left the road and explored down a path. I saw through the cypress trees and magnolias a ruin with a fresco. I was overwhelmed—tears sprang to my eyes. It was so beautiful; words can’t describe how I felt.
I have only a few pictures that I took with a point and shoot film camera.