When drinking a bottle of wine, it isn't often that many of us stop to think of all the steps it took to get to our table. In documenting the harvesting process at a number of vineyards, I have seen these vigorous, challenging, and un-glamorous layers revealed, but more importantly I have been present alongside the individuals working tirelessly to make some of the best wines in the world.
What many of us don't realize is that much harvesting happens in the middle of the night, in the cold, foggy dark, and in some cases the vineyards are in the middle of nowhere. My hands get so cold and stiff that it can be hard to take pictures. These people don't ask any questions. They have one mission. But most of them smile. Some of them sing. They work meticulously and with pride, and as quickly as possible in hopes that they can return home to be with their families, or catch an hour or two of sleep before their second (or third) job.