These are some shots from the car driving through Umbria. There are just field after field with grapes, sunflowers, and wheat. All manicured like one big yard. The picture of the hillside town is a place where we stopped years ago. I don't even know the name of the town. We were only there long enough to take one picture. We got out of the car and looked around. It was evening and the light was fading fast. We could hear the sounds of a family having dinner in their home through a nearby window. Dishes and silverwear clanking, people telling of the days events, and the smell of something wonderful drifting out to us in the evening breeze. I took a picture of the front of the house with all the potted plants forming a beautiful garden under the window and around the doorstep. A few months afterwards, I gave my mom that photo and she painted it and we had it framed. Now, every time I look at it, I remember that evening with Stacey long ago.