
Bit of a gray day, driving back from Napa, we passed through a bit of Sonoma County. Can't remember the name of this winery, but thought it a decent composition.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
William Shakespeare
Othello, II. iii.
Reposting of a shot taken a couple of months ago at Parkway Lake, in South San Jose.
Without question, the dean of celebrity winemakers is Francis Ford Coppola, though "celebrity winemaker" is the last label he'd ever want and the last one that should ever be applied to him. A wine buff from his childhood days on Long Island, Coppola jumped into the wine business in 1975, using his earnings from the first Godfather to purchase most of Napa Valley's legendary Inglenook estate. He has been one of the seminal figures in the valley's rise to international acclaim, and though the Niebaum-Coppola wines have been overshadowed in recent years by all the hoopla surrounding the so-called "cult cabernets," they still command a dedicated following.He fails to mention one of the celebrity wineries that also has entertained a good reputation came along only 2 years later in 1977, is the Smothers winery, now called Remick Ridge in Sonoma.
Another one from Uvas Canyon.
Ok, it's not really a viaduct, but you get the point. And if there is anyone who is not familar with the classic Marx Brothers routine, a fair bit of Googling finally turned up a transcript.
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Hammer [Groucho Marx]: ... Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.
Chico [Chico Marx]: Why a duck?
Hammer: I'm all right. How are you? I say here is a little peninsula, and here's a viaduct leading over to the mainland.
Chico: All right. Why a duck?
Hammer: I'm not playing Ask-Me-Another. I say, that's a viaduct.
Chico: All right. Why a duck? Why a-- why a duck? Why-a-no-chicken?
Hammer: Well, I don't know why-a-no-chicken. I'm a stranger here myself. All I know is that it's a viaduct. You try to cross over there on a chicken, and you'll find out why a duck.
Chico: I no go someplace, I just--
Hammer: It's deep water, that's why a duck. It's deep water.
Chico: That's-why-a-duck.
Hammer: Look, rube. Suppose you were out horseback riding and you came to that stream and wanted to ford over there, you couldn't make it. It's too deep.
Chico: But what do you want with a Ford when you got a horse?
Hammer: Well, I'm sorry the matter ever came up. All I know is that it's a viaduct.
Chico: Now look ... all righta ... I catcha on to why a horse, why a chicken, why a this, why a that. I no catch on to why a duck.
Hammer: Well, I was only fooling. I was only fooling. They're going to build a tunnel in the morning. Now, is that clear to you?
Chico: Yes, everything excepta why a duck.
--The Cocoanuts
Taken at Uvas Canyon near Morgan Hill, California. A hidden treasure just 10 or 15 miles south of San Jose. There is a great loop trail that takes you along a series of small waterfalls.
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Armed with a self-designed camera he crafted from parts of spy planes and nuclear reactors, Flint is crisscrossing America, taking thousands of pictures of cities, monuments and national parks.Read more about the Gigapixel Project.
Weighing more than 100 pounds, Flint's camera captures images at 4 gigapixels -- a resolution high enough to photograph four football fields and capture every single blade of grass. When printed at maximum resolution, the images are as big as billboards, but render the finest detail.
A photograph of a San Diego beach shows a paraglider swooping over bluffs. Zoom in on some tiny dots on the cliff, and a group of people with binoculars and telephoto lenses can be seen. Follow their gaze, and you'll see naked sunbathers on the beach.
"We might have to add fig leaves in Photoshop, it's that good," said Flint.