In Vino Veritas

A friend recently organized a wine tasting trip along Long Islands North Fork, so, early one saturday morning, we went on a jaunt (I use the term loosely as we dubbed our driver Tommy-tailgate) out along the rich-soiled feilds where the island parts ways with itself. I came away with two bottles of white to thank Mum for watching Toby for the weekend, and a few pictures of the seasons last moments of rich greens before the stark and friendly contrast with the sky turns to a battle of fiery reds.

I stand firm that Chris channeled Tom Ripley today.