Driving from LA to Silicon Valley, we stopped off for a day in Paso Robles.

The wineries off Highway 46 roll into the high hills of the coastal ranges, acres of vines arcing over the curved slopes. Above them, always, are the raptors, ever circling, ever gliding, looking for prey in the narrow gaps between the vines. It must be a hard place to be a rodent, surrounded by food, and waiting for death to come from above.



Paso Robles, California
November 2008