A few years back, we were on a trip to visit our eldest son in Adelaide. It’s a long journey but it was made easier by traveling in a V12 Jaguar Sovereign which was briefly in our lives. Even in a Jag you get tired driving. We had set out rather late in the day so we were going to arrive in the dark. We pulled off the highway and found this rest area very close to a river. It was that magic hour that photographers love and yes, this is exactly how it looked. The little duck was a bonus, I was just trying to capture the light.
We are lucky enough to live less than an hour away from the Yarra Valley which is a famous wine region not far from Melbourne. Its climate produces some of the world’s best white wines, which is a shame as I prefer kick arse reds.
I do the tasting thing none the less, but I prefer the challenge of getting a good shot without the use of a flash. At times it is almost impossible, but every now and then you get one that you like.
By the way, that’s my wife on the left, and she is not sitting on a stool she really is that tiny. We had not known my son’s girlfriend for very long when this shot was taken, but she is very much a part of out family now.
Because the theme has been wine I threw in a shot of my wife with glass in hand from a trip to Adelaide several years ago. Not a great shot but a great lady.
For few years after my eldest son moved to Adelaide to study it was an Easter tradition to turn up to wherever they were living and spend a couple of days chilling out. This usually included a trip to the Barossa Valley wine region. Sadly this no longer happens, and the ones who are in this photo have spread out across the globe, the boys all have new girlfriends (except my eldest son who married his). Nothing lasts forever. These were good times.
“Either give me more wine or leave me alone.”
“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
― Charles Baudelaire
“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.”
― John Keats
It’s hard to argue with any of those quotes.