The Sun is a Compass

“I realize now that staying in one place is not the same as being stuck. We’ve seen so much in the past five months, covering ten or twenty or forty miles at a time. But this isn’t the only way of seeing. Here, it’s the seasons, the animals, the shadows and sounds that change. In the series of paintings Francesco had shown us before leaving, every view of the lake looked slightly different; each cloud, each shade of green, each reflection on the water’s surface colored by the mood of the day. It takes much more than a visitor’s eyes to uncover such subtleties.”