Martha Graham once said, “'Age' is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.” Again, words of solace. But the way ahead awaits. And so onward, looking for the really great tales.
I was not born into a literary tradition. My path has been a visual one. In fact, I sometimes think these words do little more than frame the pictures. But I am resigned to the reality that we humans need words, and so I struggle, I scribble, I quibble and crawl, and I hope to find images in words that I cannot capture in pictures.
December 28, 2005 with a picture. A few months later came my first comment, from Tracie B. I had been reading a few wine blogs, Tyler’s “Dr. Vino” and Alder’s “Vinography”, Eric’s “The Pour” and a few other long defunct logs, now floating among the shards and driftwood in the cyber-eddy of time. No matter. Some come and some go. A wine blog isn’t a major life necessity. I recall the cynical words from an erstwhile blogger, “Every blog is a vanity blog.” Indeed, that is setting a low bar. If there is any redeeming value, it serves as a gathering spot for ideas, dreams, memories, hopes and maybe even a little bit of learning.
I’ve had a tremendous time these past ten years. I have also probably wasted a lot of time I otherwise could have used to do more important things. Who knows? It doesn’t matter. What has been is back there. What matters is right now. In no way do I intend to bid you all good bye; I hope what I have done and what I will do here will be still be relevant to those loyal readers and folks who accidentally stumble by here, courtesy of Google, in search of some hard data about Italian wine.
Golden Era for Italian wine. I know the folks at Vinitaly don’t imagine I feel that way, as they probably think I’m still hacked off about lousy bathrooms and crappy parking spots. Well, maybe not all of them.
What I am hopeful about in relation to the state of Italian wine in 2016, is that the farmers and the winemakers and the new generation have a world view of things, but they also understand the macro – their little plot of land and the energy behind it and the uniqueness of what each and every parcel is capable of. And that is greatness. Italy is a mother who can do no wrong. Italy is hero and savior. Italy is the family that loves us and who we love back. Italy is land, ravaged neither by wind nor sun nor humankind. Italy is the ideal. The reality is the work-in-progress we all have to do with our life. But there must always be an ideal. And Italy shines bright in my heart and in my soul. Not just wine, that’s a small part. Any of us who follow the path along the wine trail in Italy are so fortunate to have this gift in our lives. And all I want to do, in the next ten years, is cast light upon that path.
It always seems that when I go to write one of these things, around word 800, everything winds down. And here we are, once again. Thank you all for stopping by all these years. Maybe there are people who no longer read wine blogs anymore. But for those of you who still do, welcome to my portal. I’ll try and not let you down. And I have a lot of things to say and show and do between now and 2025. Stay tuned. Hopefully, the best is yet to come.
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