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…

“Sit with me. Let me tell you a story about life. I have been loved and forgotten, and still, I am here…”

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

We should learn to live truly in balance with our ecosystem before looking for another planet to call home…

People have been using their ingenuity to force nature to be more productive without awareness of a finish line…

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…