When we arrived at Villa Pizzorusso, I was a little confused by the exterior color of the house–a no-excuses shade of amaranth pink that didn’t seem, at first, to fit the house. But after my first dusk between the rows of olive trees, twisted and giant, showing their age in their outstretched branches, I understood. Everything turns pink–the light, the land, the silvery leaves. I was lucky enough to take a couple bike rides through the groves during this magical time of day just before night, and I thought I’d share some of my photos of the countryside and even a few from within the walls of the masseria courtyard.
09.18.2012 | by: Meghan