Waking up the senses...
Just a wooden table and benches along the path of our vineyards, yet it is so much more. A place to rest, a place to eat and most definitely a place to dream.
Those rows of vines seem to morph atop of the roof. Perspective determines perception.
The graceful silver growing out of a rock face...the sun was on the way to reaching its early morning perch which doesn't yet lift the grey into silver.
The wheat, although still velvety in texture has taken a pounding by Tuesday's hail storm. Sadly some vineyards have been affected too.
The long stretch between Deutsch Schützen and Eisenberg offers no protection from strong gusts of wind. Summer or winter. The birch trees are bending to the will of the wind while emitting a rustling sound.
It seems that all curvy paths lead to Eisenberg...
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