Seasons in the Vines
I'm sitting in my usual leather chair. A gift my father gave Tom and I more than ten years ago when we still lived in Missouri. Tom is out having coffee with a friend and took Colt with him. Henry is upstairs laying in bed but just came downstairs and now sits in one of our loaner chairs. My shoulders are tense and my upper back is sore. This morning technology made me mad. REALLY mad. I frankly wanted to smash my computer against the wall. Why is it that something that should be so easy is complicated? The frustration over trying to transfer photos between devices ended in tears spilling down my face. Why am I so angry? Why isn't this working? Why aren't the multiple "How To" sites I'm reading off the Internet providing any help? So here's what I set out to do. Over the past year I've taken pictures at the more than 30 wineries we've visited. Pictures of the vines, the fields, the grapes. Pictures of nature, pictures that show the