I don't know about you, but I find the skies fascinating. They're always different, yet always the same, and full of color. And no, I'm not smokin' anything. Being up above the river valley gives us a wide view, an impression of a big sky not contained by anything.
This is a view looking toward the southwest, near to where the sun sets on the horizon right now. It's out close to the end of our dirt road, where Callie and I turn around to head back home. Ken tells me it's about 1.5 kilometers (just under a mile) from the house. He measured it once in the car.
From this point, the vineyards continue on for a couple of kilometers then give way to fields of colza (rapeseed), corn, sunflowers, and other crops in between the small towns and forests. It's a beautiful and gentle country out there beyond our little river valley.
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