stressa, italy. late 1980’s. i ended up in stressa because i didn’t like milan. not enough outdoor adventure, so i got back on the train and retreated for an hour, back to stressa, which i had passed through the day before. early morning starting my 2nd day, the local fishermen were heading out to drop some lines. this gentleman was in no rush to get anywhere, and with a backdrop of mountains, why hurry?