Whenever I get bogged down by the perils of this metropolis - the bustle and battles - I pop back into Lightroom and sift through the travel shots for a little quiet inspiration. More often than not last year's trip to Burgundy furnishes the mental respite I'm hunting for. To look across young vines like these, streaked by lavender and crowned by storm clouds, you're really looking across the centuries. It's an age away from the clogged streets, racetrack sidewalks, and sonic assaults of the city. When gazing at an image like this, I don't even begrudge the French farmers their budget-sapping subsidies, it's all worthwhile even before you get your hands on the fruits of their labor.
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