The vineyards of Sonoma are magical places.  Particularly those up in the hills.  There are back roads in Sonoma that lead up into the hills.  The roads wind around through fields, houses and vineyards.  The smells change from Eucalyptus to manure to crushed grapes.  This scene, vividly captured in this painting, was on the road to a quiet B&B tucked back into the hills.  Minus camera and paper/pen, I actually sketched the basic image on my Palm Pilot for later translation.  Lots of color and lots of passion.  Enjoy.