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Vinyard


We stopped so I could try to get a picture of the poplars (I got better at it later on). I wondered what the yellow crop was in the field then realised that it was grape vines losing their leaf so pulled up a little further on to get a shot of those too.


Writing of Colin Thiele the other day reminded me of another of his books. I remember my very pious grandmother asking my sister what book was she reading. She told her the title "Labourers in the Vineyard". Grandma was well pleased -- a good religious book she thought. That gave us more laughs than any of Colin Thiele's stories.

Musing:
From the Holy Bible John 15:5 (New International Version)
"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing."

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  1. Love the story of your pious grandmother!

    And the photograph of the grape vines is quite arresting - it just goes on and on, up and up. The colour is gorgeous.

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  2. Smee the bosun again ...

    Had to pop back in and tell you how much I like the horizontal layering in that top image. Gives a lovely texture to the entire image.

    Two really good shots, IMHO.

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  3. Colours are absolutely gorgeous!

    Answering to your question:
    - Portuguese have lived for 48 years under the dictatorship of Salazar. On the 25th of April 1974 a revolution took place and we knew, at last, what democracy is like.
    By the way, the previous name of the bridge (built 1966) was... Salazar!

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  4. That's one of my favorite verses, I love The Word distilled. The photo is phenomenal, autumnal lighting I can only imagine.

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