Inside the pine woods

We didn't go far inside, not that there's very far to go. Just beyond the wood is another road. Beyond that, a ravine, then another ridge planted in vines. Callie and I stayed in the margin, threading our way along the paths between tree and open land.

Looking back out of the wood toward the vineyard.

The overcast thickened as the sun moved closer to the western horizon. I wished I had brought the tripod along. My pictures would be a bit fuzzy in the fading light. Callie kept on, sniffing and searching for deer, but she stayed close, not wanting to lose me.