the small valleys. In Tuscany in the small valleys between one hill and another, in December a light mist or small fog banks remains imprisoned. Tatiana has frozen this moment. The colors are off, very homogeneous with each other and this makes the landscape lose definition, almost a desert as far as the eye can see. There is no foliage on the trees and everything is barren, lifeless. Yet the wise use of grays and whites, where a patch of earth sprouts, has something magical, unreal. It is Tuscany with its land, small villages that can hardly be seen in the distance, a remnant of the Middle Ages that still has many traces in this magnificent land.