Visiting vineyards in Newberg Oregon last fall…I was stunned by the beauty of the season. How fulfilling it is to sit in the crisp air with a glass of white wine, a fresh piece of watercolor paper and the joy of catching the shifting light.
After arriving in Oregon, at the end of my journey last fall, I stayed with my Aunt in Newberg for a few days. She has many wonderful things at her house up on the hill. I found these tiny pictures of my dad and grandma propped up on her shelf, and sat in front of a warm stove all day, sipping tea, drawing and watching the fog slowly lift from the green and gold country outside.