This man, who shall remain anonymous, was my date. A very handsome date, although I'm about a mile away from him at this point taking his photo because I brought the wrong lens on my camera and that is why "said handsome date" is laughing at me. He's only doing that because I'm so far away or I'd kick him. I bite, too. But I don't scratch...I don't like to ruin my nails.
Later on I got sausage grease on my lens (don't ask...) and also filled up my media card (without having brought a spare). Not to mention can I say THANK GOD I shoot in RAW because my white balance was set wrong all day...so I provided this handsome man a lot to giggle about on our joyous outing. I gotta love this "photography learning curve" I've been on for the past 9 years. I'm thinking in about 14 years I may have learned a few things....DUH....we'll see. GRRrrrrrrr............
I'll stick to photographing grapes. Grapes don't move. And they don't laugh at me. But they do make me hungry. I can't win.
Most of the vineyards' grapes were harvested 2 weeks ago, but these red grapes are waiting for this coming weekend ~ that is when Three Fox Vineyards is also having their annual Grape Stomp! Again, I'm not interested in ruining my nails, and that includes TOE nails, so I'll pass. But next year I'll sign my date up. He'll love it.
I was dying to try one...
But I didn't. Pinky swear, I didn't. The fact that there was a tall wire gate between me and the grapes makes this a true statement.
The small barn is the wine tasting room. It's a small, family run vineyard and very friendly and inviting. There were a few jewelry vendors and a tent where the Knights of Columbus were selling grilled sausages with peppers and onions ~ THAT is what I used to lure my date out of the city with....and it worked! He'll go anywhere for food!
Oh, and there was a live band playing oldies. Perfect weather, food, great music, wine, my honey...life is good.
There's my handsome date with his nose down a wine glass...sniffing....I've never quite figured out what we are sniffing for...look, to be honest, as long as it doesn't smell like cat pee, I'll drink it. (There is actually an expensive wine that smells exactly like cat pee, I smelled it once and about tossed my....well...let's not go there. It was not something I ever want to experience again!) Thank you, Hofmann's, for that memory.
I guess he liked it because he bought us both a glass.
We found a tiny table under a tree in the shade to eat and listen to the music.
Johnny dug right into his grilled sausage!
Like we don't notice that you have a mouth full of food right now.....riiiiiiiiiight.
Johnny said, "Take this picture (above). That's the definition of PURE JOY!!"
I ran this photo with the new Paint the Moon "Macchiato"action (from Coffee House Collection)