There's an amazing old grape vineyard just a few hundred yards down an old tractor road behind my house. The vineyard, abandoned for years and overrun with the mystery of time, just begs to be photographed. The ancient posts and wires still grip firm with their long forgotten duty, and stubborn plants cringe to their age old roots. It is almost a sad place; yet in another way, a pleasant mood fills the area. The quiet, broad fields surrounding almost seem reverent to the vineyard, as if it has stature in the land.