Bags In Time
We found a few old bags with whom we brought our world with us when we came from Canada to Sarnano. This is their story.
Empty Italy: The Tower Of Chia Is A Trove Of Meditation
There is no luxury, no objects to buy, no false promises of delightful services. The Tower of Chia speaks of meditation that unravels the soul.
The Butcher And His Wife
In Sarnano, when the weather is warm, the wind is calming and the sun has begun to set, I see the old man and his wife.
The Song Of Sarnano
Strangers come for the day and do not hear that Sarnano is special in ways that many towns do not share. The resident was going to try to explain the sound and silence to his young friend.
Empty Italy: The Museum Of The Other And The Elsewhere
Residing inside the cosmopolitan fortress of art is a fusion of visuals and people that portray the advocacy of The Museum of the Other and the Elsewhere.
Signpost On The Road To Sarnano
A border surrounds and marks the shrine. It has become a signpost, a place to turn when you want to find the family style restaurant up the hill on the rutted gravel road.
The Sarnano Man
The man never offered his name. The closest I ever had to a conversation was to say good morning. He did not acknowledge or seem to hear.
The Woman Across The Cortile
Her name is unknown to me. But I enjoy the sight of her in the window and the shadow dance as she crosses the room. It’s not affection, but comfort and association, the sharing of town, time and pain.