For me, there's something quite mesmerising about soldier-like rows of grapes marching across the the landscape.
I took these photos in the autumn of 2010, when I was travelling in Marlborough.
A rolling, twisting, undulating mass of vines lurching over the low hills.
Green, gold, brown bleeding together.
Smoke from an autumn fire swirling lazily toward the hills.
May 2010, Ajr.
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