Vineyards are definitely different in the earliest of morning minutes. Last year I was able to just walk around, after taking pictures for the winery. I remember getting a little disoriented, then finding my way, wishing I had enough light to write. But then I understood that writing wouldn’t be appropriate.. I should just enjoy the walk, catch just a little on film.
Watching over it again, I already look forward to when this vintage’s grapes are pulled, how the sun’ll come up, what I’ll see in the bins, how the grapes’ll taste.
There was an odd freedom on that walk, just stepping by mySelf, with little light, tired as I was.