I have never shied away from traveling the field roads of Italy. The agricultural land and the work done on them have always fascinated me. The control of the wild into rows of plants always makes me shake my head from side to side. There is beauty in order and repetition but to control the earth so; is it an act of faith or something more temporal?
Poplar farming feeds Italy’s paper industry. The trees grow quickly and straight so that they can be harvested easily. On sweltering summer days their shade is a wonderful sanctuary filled with cool air and bird song.
Traveling throughout the region I find well-tended ranks of these white barked troops everywhere. This particular regimen of poplars forms a barrier between the town of Cordenons and the farm fields. Lithe and beautiful they reach into the sky. A backdrop of nature controlled, protecting the populace from the wilds. But once I cross the barrier and I look back – are they protecting the wilds?
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