In 1971, singer David Gates sang the lyric, ‘If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?’ The song written by Paul Heaton, Scott Shields and Martin Paul Slattery was made famous by Gates’ band, Bread and its popularity cemented the phrase within the public consciousness. So famous is the line, it soon become a cliché. But is this a bad thing?
Not in my opinion, because if by becoming a cliché its saved it from being copied and used by less talented writers.
A few days ago a photograph landed in my inbox and upon opening the attachment the lyric came to mind instantly.
The photo, by Graham Ward, was taken one evening after we had eaten dinner at our favourite local restaurant, from the roadside at Selva Piana looking up at the town of Casoli. The three-quarter moon looks like someone has cut a slice away and the soft ochre coloured lights of the town give the castle a welcoming hue. The fact that only two pictures were taken before the camera battery died makes them even more special. I could go on enthusing about the majesty of the image, but what’s the point. This is an image that paints its own one-thousand words and sums up just why this part of Italy is a special place to live.