A quiet secluded place where no human foot has ever set foot
There is no mistaking the beauty of the fields and hills of Italy
Autumn sunset over the lake and trees with almost no leaves
The light is at the end of the path no matter what
Pierre de Ronsard's rosebuds filled the space of the basket
The twigs are already bare and there are no leaves on them
Three de stripes with alternating red and burgundy