This little traditional Italian house is tucked into the "front" of Riva Ridge, in a town with the likely name: La Ca. The landscape is dominated by that precipitous ridge, and the not very distant snowy Apennines.
It is the sight of some very high drama in my late father's youth, during that little event called WW II. I visited there last year, and it isn't hard to see why I have so much passion for lovely Italy.
Riva Ridge Operation.
I long ago gave up on cross-hatching with pencils, as I found that varying pressure worked better for me. But, with the influence of van Gogh, I am trying to put it back into my repertoire. It does seem to work better when scanning or printing from pencil.
Also, I don't usually "hatch" trees, but it worked well here to push this one forward.
The wonderful, late Bill Mauldin was not on my conscious mind, but his influence is all over this, too.