Vita Sorgi (The Oaks)
I love to experience the spontaneous beauty of the moments, I notice, in a photo.
Sometimes it works!
When I arrived in Puglia, only a few miles south of where my maternal grandmother spent her first 16 years, I felt I already knew where I was. As with many immigrants and their descendants who did not, and often still do not, feel welcomed into the American “melting pot” we all are told is our unique shared legacy, visiting the place that my ancestors came from, and surrounded for the first time by people who looked just like me, I felt that I’d come home.
The conical roofed round Trulli of Puglia in Southern Italy — dating from the eighth or ninth century — are still used as the storage houses and dwellings they were built to be.
Olive trees like this one over 3,000 years old continue to produce fruit that is pressed into oil and stored for protection in underground caverns, many of which are accessed through the Trulli of small family farms.
Historically poor in wealth but rich in tradition, stone in Puglia is used and then reused as it was thousands of years ago in the making of roadways, stone walls and buildings.
