February 4, 2018
I am sitting outside with a sweatshirt and fleece vest while I write this.
Today I tried to take photos of the hills above Pineto as I rode on the bike path north of town. The sky was clear and from town I had a view of the Gran Sasso. It is always a thrill to see thes mountains and to think of my nonni being born near them.
The hills are very green today.
Unfortunately, one blemish-when it is clear enough to see the mountains, it may also be clear enough to see the oil rigs on the horizon in the opposite direction.