It’s as easy to get lost in Tuscany as it is to photograph Tuscany.  Just point and go.  My father and I photographed this very same place some 7 years before he passed away.  Whilst lost one afternoon, we came upon this view and decided to come back hoping for a beautiful sunrise.  The sunrise didn’t satisfy, and we were leaving the following day.  My father vowed to come back to Italy for two things; this picture, and more pistachio gelato.   Sadly, he would never get the chance to do either.   I came back to this place after spending two days trying to find it, and again only got one morning to photograph it.  I thought the morning fog would again, disappoint me, but the sun burned enough off to give a striking color whilst providing an ethereal softness to the villa, vineyard, and olive tree.   I sprinkled the foot of the olive tree with some of my father’s ashes giving me a feeling that in some way, I fulfilled his wish.  Mark Twain was right…,” The Creator made Italy from designs by Michaelangelo.”