Between the Ionian and Adriatic seas lies a beautiful narrow stretch of land—a peninsula draped in rich soil, Salento. Olive trees, once proud, now vanish into the skyline, their withered limbs diseased and dead, framing the silhouette of a lone figure, gazing into an empty horizon. A feline shape watches man-made fires that smolder across the edge of the world. The sea is the land, the land is the sea—there are no borders from rocks to roots to sea. Newly planted olive tree saplings sprinkle the landscape in bello Salento, Italy.