In what seemed like an instant, a thing which began as a nebulous idea, something for the future and far-off, grew tangible and quickly became a quotidian routine of picking fruit and olives from the yard, passing herds of livestock on a morning commute, and running wild in the back field.
My sister's family relocated to rural Southern Italy in 2013, immediately immersing themselves in the local culture. I made these photographs while staying in Italy for a month during the summer of 2014, a little over a year after their move.
Monti D'arena-bosco Caggione
Crown Graphic Graflex, Ilford HP5
*The title of this work refers to an Italian expression, essentially "hit of air" which is apparently at fault for any illness. According to my sister, "The Italians have names for each wind depending on the direction from which it comes. These winds are blamed for every sign of the sniffles, cough, or slight (and I mean slight) fever." I thought it apt to parallel the feeling of "a hit of culture" when one is immersed in Italian society.