That's my shadow...cast over stones that were laid in place in the 5th century BC. Awe. That's the only word I can use. Kelly has brought me to paint along the appia antica, the
Appian Way, which originally stretched 330 miles from Rome to the port town of Brindisi along the
Adriatic Coast. I don't come across things this old, or this significant everyday. I was speechless.
....imagine the stone cutters for this road speaking in horror about how opening up Rome to those imports coming in from Greece would ruin everything; Wonder if those who paid big bucks to be buried along the prestigious road ever imaged that it would some day no longer be an important route for travel? And, if a fleeing Peter really did see a vision of Christ on the road causing him to completely "turn around," what other visions for the future might we see here if we looked hard enough. No answers came to me...lots of thoughts, tons of questions, but no answers.
By now my comrades needed espresso so I happily volunteered to walk in the other direction and tote some back from a little cafe not far away.
And that, my friends, was how I spent my day along the Appian Way. Let's hope that the ghosts of the past don't haunt me when we make our trek to the aqueducts to paint tomorrow. I need to resume the challenge of bringing Rome to life on the canvas....