It's time of year in Tuscany, matutinal May. Arriving at Pisa flying field the air smells different, dryer, lighter, brighter next to the alluring pennon of a few spray scent, even amid the existent confidence trick and ruckus undivided to airports all over. I'm drifting light, or as featherlike as you can get when your camera bag is your extremity baggage and you couldn't rather evacuate the tripod aft. Not when the hunt is a whistle-stop flower extravaganza, to try and image as many an different sorts of orchid as we can find, in low a week.
Heading off in a employ car, we move off Pisa astern and cart to the hills, a winding, twisting, and byzantine vertebrae boulevard towards Siena. The air is underclassman and the undercurrent of flowers strengthens until we are beset by the syrupy scent of broom, running in through with the car windows. Every which way you outward show in that is a reflection card scene, comprising the needed respect of a Tuscan photo - cypress trees, warming ceramic homestead and granite church, beside calmly incurvate playground terra firma at the rear. Is it at all to proceeds a bad picture in Tuscany? Well yes it is. If I grant in to bribe and catch all appealing vista, I'm going to insight the glaring noon wishy-washy turns everything to leaden monochrome, flattens the colors and wilderness all my flick in the past I've even started on the orchids. I'll have to entry the selected views and try to travel hindermost in primaeval morning or evening light, when it all as if by magic turns aureate and limpid.