The Blood of Italy

Italy - July 2005. I've been meaning to get out on the country roads around here and take some pictures of the crops around the base. There's plenty since the Italians use every inch of land for something. There are small vineyards everywhere and the main task was just finding one close enough to the road to get good pictures of the grapes themselves. Then, the other hard part for me was getting stares from all the men on the road or in the fields when I stopped to take pictures. What is that stupid Americana doing? I finally came across a road that wasn't so busy and some grape vines that were butted right up next to the road and the fence was easy to take pictures through. And, there weren't any men making faces at me.