Craggy old vines keep their vigil. They are the sentinels of time, a conduit between the earth and the sky.

Geologically the rocks considered llicorella are metamorphic slates from the Carboniferous Period…

There is a rhythm to this life, a balance of existence in which everything has its role and supports the other.

Can growth be controlled to maintain a healthy equilibrium or will fate step in and decide for them…

In the vineyards, the vines and the people move with nature, responding to the sun and its seasonal rhythms of life. 

This may mean life goes on regardless of what people do. But I see it as an interdependent coexistence…

Shining the spotlight on Eben Sadie was no easy task. Understanding him requires a willingness to go deeply…

Old vines are “… a journey into the earth in search of nourishment, survival is the will to drink deeply of life.”