I rented a villa in a small town called Loro Cuifenna in Tuscany for the month of August. The villa was off the paved road and even off a dirt road and sat in the middle of a vineyard. The vines would brush against my car as I drove home. The owner was an artist and the house was filled with these simple but loving paintings that he had done. Every day he would leave me two bottles of wine. One red, one white. I would sometimes take one on my bicycle along with my cameras and a note pad and be off for the day. I would pedal over to Arrezzo 30 kilometers away for the antique market and to get some wonderful pictures. One day I encountered these guys gossiping while one washed his car. I couldn't help myself, I had to photograph it. There is something eerie about how the car just glowed in the late afternoon light.
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