Cinque Terre

The Mediterannean races out before the wind like ink blown gently across paper. It splays out in fingers across the glassy expanse - waves in conception. Above, the steel grey rock mirrors the water below, layer upon layer curving up in violent waves, swirling and circling in static motion. Again, larger, the fields assemble in terraced order, following the contours of the hills, yet strangely symmetrical. the work of man over hundreds of years. This place echoes the forces of nature and emits the sweat of local farmers who so laboriously tried to tame it.