Grapes
by Al Fio Bonina
Title
Grapes
Artist
Al Fio Bonina
Medium
Photograph - Still Life And Digital Manipulation
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The grape harvest had just begun, on the slopes of Etna, in Zafferana. And as every year I prepare myself for my day of work and photo shoots, among good friends, uncles and cousins. The grapes are ripe, a Nerello Mascalese, to the right point. Last year's wine, a blood red Etna, is ready to fill our glasses and accompany future attacks on sausage on the fire and homemade bread. We were in a hurry to remove the succulent grapes from the mother vine, because we all had only one goal in mind, the sausage, Grandma Rosa's queen sausage, prepared with great care and love, for long days. And our wine? And the scent of must? Aunt Nerina, had ready our favorite desserts, which could not miss, the Mostarda and the famous Cotognata ... Mythical! The farmer unloaded the last baskets of grapes into the millstone and Riccardo, my cousin, and I escaped from the hard work to go and retrieve our beloved sausage, on the table in Grandma Rosa's kitchen, to be urgently put on the fire. On the threshold, guarding the "ingots" of sausage, from sneak attacks of ravenous uncles, Aunt Angelina, the oldest of the gang, who snored blissfully after her third glass of wine, blood of our land. I entered like a thief, on tiptoe, to avoid any inappropriate awakening of Aunt Agelica, and arrived in the kitchen to retrieve our sausage. I find myself in the middle of a magnificent party! Gastone, Rosetta, Miki and Selvaggio, Aunt Angelica's cats, and three or four other country friends, had finished everything! We were all astonished and speechless, in a mystical silence, for 5 long minutes...the longest I can remember...but I still remember with immense pleasure the long afternoon of laughter, with bread and salami, wine, mustard and quince, and the awakening of Aunt Angelica...
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May 17th, 2020
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