Outside of Healdsburg, CA, deep in a maze of unimproved dirt roads, there’s a country vineyard called TEN Springs Ranch.
It’s a steep, wild, and beautiful place.
I was there with family and friends for an annual celebration.
When I had my fill of conversation, I struck out alone to capture details that often go unnoticed. Tendrils and spears of grass, grain and mortar, trellis and wire tighteners, and other small things just waiting to be discovered.
Details are huge. When you add them up – poor, humble, and unknown as they are – you get amazing places. Like vineyards or churchyards or schoolyards or even backyards.
As I pondered a square bolt, one of my favorite details in the world startled me.
Dad, she said, brightly. Look what I caught.
Turning round, I looked very carefully. There they were, five little fingers holding one bigger finger, an iridescent blue throat gulping air, and a smile as broad as the Russian River.