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 at 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.