Monday, September 27, 2010

A Fine Little Town

..Tucked into the glorious foothills of the Mother Lode sits Murphys. Foothills and valleys are lined with vines...Zin's, Syrah's and a mighty tasty Viognier will have you coming back real soon.  Elm's, Oak's, and Pine's line the streets, whispering stories of the men who shared a dream of what the west might offer...Murphys gives hope to the small town seeker, offering a dream of the simpler life...give her a visit...this place, this grand old gal...Murphys!

Cobbled streets lined with Elm trees share secrets of those who walked them in the
past...Mark Twain, Ulysses Grant, Black Bart

A cold one awaits weary travelers at the well seasoned bar

Old Oaks sit scattered in hills and valleys bowing to the almighty vine

The rooms of this old place tell tales of 49er's, poets and presidents 

A colorful invitation to rest and sip a perfect Viognier 


Thursday, September 23, 2010

Napa's Spring

The Farm House

Eastern Ridge


Napa Colors

Spring Vines

The Brickhouse


Wild Mustard

Monday, September 20, 2010

Gnarly Old Oaks

Who knows how old these old Oak trees are and why their limbs curl and twist and scream out...what stories do they tell?


Big Skies

I love a big sky.  Sometimes I dream I am looking off into that big, wide sky from the porch of an old farmhouse in Montana.  It feels like freedom.

I hang my head out the window, like the little girl I once was...

I wonder if the pot of gold is in that field of alfalfa?

This looks like one of those places in my dreams