a foggy day in dundee-town

This morning at the winery things were heavenly (I think I have a very different definition of "heavenly" than most Oregonians - you know, the ones who prefer sunshine to the socked-in, rain-soaked days of what we like to call "nine months out of the year").

The fog was rolling heavily over the hills all day, disappearing the vineyards every twenty minutes or so. The ebb and flow was just gorgeous.

Sometimes I still can't believe I get to live (and work) in this kind of place.