As I scurried around, camera on tripod, in minus 9 degree temperatures, a voice behind me from the vinyard “taking some photos are you?” I turned, rather startled to see a smiling face blowing clouds of fog as he spoke. The powered shears he held in his hand put stop to any thoughts I might have of a customary handshake!
I had barely seen glimpses of any human? Shapes amongst the fog covered vines as I drove by in the lovely warm van. After inviting me into the vineyard to take more photos he went back to his seemingly endless task of pruning the vines.