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autumnal sunrise in my backyard

pinot noir, days after being dropped from the vine

vine knuckles

dew caught in a web

wild thyme blooming as the vines drop their leaves in the background

rusty looking slate

rusty, old gold sluicing pipes

a perspective through the rusty old pipes of the Bannockburn valley

looking up at the frost fighter

yellow leaves, grapes harvested, short days, long, cold nights ahead

It seems like you cannot escape the power-lines in Central Otago.