It's springtime in Tuscany, proterozoic May. Arriving at Pisa field the air smells different, dryer, lighter, brighter near the seductive pennon of any angiosperm scent, even amid the concrete bunco game and stir agreed to airports everywhere. I'm nomadic light, or as insubstantial as you can get when your photographic equipment bag is your mitt gear and you couldn't relatively hand down the tripod at the rear. Not when the mission is a whistle-stop flower extravaganza, to try and photograph as many another nothing like sorts of orchid as we can find, in low a hebdomad.
Heading off in a employ car, we evacuate Pisa trailing and whip to the hills, a winding, twisting, and roundabout rear avenue towards Siena. The air is freshman and the proffer of flowers strengthens until we are distraught by the honied odor of broom, driving in finished the car windows. Every which way you watch near is a representation post card scene, comprising the indispensable deference of a Tuscan exposure - wood trees, warm brick farmhouse and sandstone church, near nicely curving dark-green hills at the back. Is it getable to yield a bad icon in Tuscany? Well yes it is. If I donate in to enticement and clap all alluring vista, I'm active to find the luminous twelve noon reading light turns everything to lifeless monochrome, flattens the emblem and wastelands all my motion picture before I've even started on the orchids. I'll have to file the select few views and try to locomote rear in primal antemeridian or day light, when it all magically turns gilded and crystal clear.