Orange is a widespread colour which belongs to the embarrassment of riches of our landscape as summer wanes into autumn, especially when combined with red, yellow, or brown. A fir trunk in autumn, for example, is a mosaic of pinprick orange needles merging with the crisp, metal-like air suffused in the Dolomites’ light. Orange is a warm, lively colour, bursting with centrifugal energy, spreading outwards and standing out to whoever looks at it. It is always on the edge of things, as though it were about to produce a ping or sudden sound, as the wind does, if it were not held back by its internal quality, its circular nature. Dynamic, circular: this is the quintessence of orange.