…if I had all eight of the hours I spend at the winery?” All EIGHT. To write. Drink […]
Pictures
Not much ground covered on this walk. And I didn’t have to. Everything was meant to be shot. […]
Obvious metaphor, but significant the way this plant spoke to me, the little rain weeps left on the […]
They stop NEVER.
I relax. On floor. Nightcap, one of those Lagunitas, ’13’ ales or whatever they’re called. I look through […]
Looking out at the hill, pouring wine, just wanting to go for a run. This morning was Alice’s […]