Yesterday my friend who's been living in San Francisco for 3 years, took me wine tasting in Sonoma. We drove north form the city through arid, desaturated landscapes, surrounded by distant hills that reminded me either of Italy of Greece. Soon we found ourselves at a winery tasting bar, choosing wines from a list. Being an inexperienced wine taster, I was busy trying to distinguish the hints of flavors in the wine, and see if my guesses were close to the description on the lists. We hit a couple of wineries, and then relaxed in a palmy park somewhere in Sonoma, getting ready to get back to a party in Golden Gate Park.
images clockwise from top left:
looking up in th e valley of the moon, looking up in Oakland, a turn in Sonoma, sunset in our neighborhood in Oakland.
California
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I still can't describe it after 15 days. I cant take allot of pictures yet because I think its too beautiul to be described as a color photos.
Its always there. The sidewalks of Oakland sleep in deep beige hues. The perfect clarity of the air amazes me. When I pass a palm on my bike I try to see it obscuring the sun.
It is brighter here: the sun illuminates painted doors and walls of early morning streets. The feeling is flatter. This is the edge of the continent, and theres lots of space. The first thing you notice as someone from the north east, is the weather, then the colors, then the plant life. Its all a little off from something I was used to. The weather is beautiful and crisp, and the breeze gently carries the ionized air through the streets. My eye picks up more tan an beige tones as unusual spectrum's of light, as well as more bight colors due to the increased intensity of the sunlight.
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