When I was very young, I toured my uncle and aunt’s wine cellar beneath the Italian town of Aquapendente. Descending the steps into the cool, damp darkness, I was struck by the sense of history.
Looking up from the bottom of the cellar, you can see the arched stone ceiling and the faint light filtering down from above. This photograph captures that view, a child’s perspective from deep underground. The layers of stone and brick tell a story of generations of winemakers and the quiet patience of wine aging in the dark.
Even now, whenever I look at this image, I can almost smell the earthy, musty air and hear the echoes of our footsteps as we explored.
Looking up from the bottom of an ancient wine cellar in Aquapendente