Photo taken from the hills behind Gundlach Bundschu
To write about wine while the wine country burns feels wrong to me.
And yet finding the words to do the tragedy justice seems impossible.
When I look at the devastation, see what has been taken, how can I respond? When I start to realize the enormity of the situation, all words seem trite.
Each photo elicits the same few words: devastating, heartbreaking, unbelievable.
Each new days brings more reports of loss and not enough containment and evacuations.
Each feed brings different reports of heartache and heroism, of loss and resilience.
It is a place that I’ve never called home, but every time I visit, it sure feels like one. It is home for many friends and for my father-in-law. It is the heart of our country’s wine industry, a place where people dream of living. A place where people have spent…
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