Yuri and Vera, our friends in Italy, have several buildings on their property including the main house, elaborately renovated by its previous owner "the Count". But that is not the one I took pictures of.
The ceiling is woven with sticks and logs.
Plaster walls worn away in places
revealing the sticks (reeds?) that form the framing of the walls.
Plaster covers brick which covers
stones cobbled together.
a faded pink wall
layers of paint
a rough hewn door.
And there, as I write, my subconscious reveals itself. My father named our property in Virginia "Rough Hewn" something I have not thought of in many years. It's all connected, isn't it?