After spending way too much time shooting the cheese display at Boeger Winery (see yesterday's photo), Thomas and I spilled out into the main grounds like a couple of drunken Cossacks looking to pillage the village . Waiting for us in all it's spectacular glory was this old rusty and crusty Chevy truck--a photographer's dream if ever I've dreamt one. We circled around this puppy like a couple of wolves stalking a wounded moose. We fired away at it from front to back to front again and even then our photographic zeal wasn't spent. It was only after I saw some of the winery workers gawking at us from the vineyard with looks that said "911" that I thought to drag Thomas away. Frothing at the mouths we beat a hasty retreat to my car and booked it for the safety of the main road. And to think that Thomas wants to return here for the Yarn Festival in September.
Placerville, CA
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