S ince migrating away from the wine trade, I have been able to devote more time to a long-time love of mine, photography. Of late, I have pa...

I t’s no secret to regular readers of On The Wine Trail in Italy that I have a slight obsession with photography. One hint is that, for yea...

T his week I cleared out the RSS feeds for wine writing links. Since I’m not following the wine news anymore, and not part of the wine news-...

T his week, I was re-organizing my wine collection. There were several cases of white and rosé wine that had stacked up in the utility room,...

R ecently I returned to Italy, after an absence of four years – for me, the longest interlude in a generation. It couldn’t be helped. The...

I t was on this day, August 15 th , in 1971, that I first landed in Italy. It was a 20 th birthday gift, with a little help from my friends...

T his past week I’ve been out of pocket at a photography workshop retreat in northern Wisconsin bordering Lake Superior. The weather was coo...

W ine as an obsession seems a bit odd to me these days. As I recede from the shores of the wine trade, the daily activities, the desires, ...

W e all have things that propel us forward. For some it is money, power or fame. Even in our little rarefied world of wine, we all have thos...

Too marvelous for words New Orleans, summertime, pre-Katrina, a crowded Italian restaurant, Maximo’s, and I’m sitting at the bar. The owner,...

W hen I was thirteen I thought I was going to grow up to be a photographer. I spent endless hours in the darkroom and carrying my cameras ev...

Monterey, California Many years ago a teacher told me if I wanted to meet someone famous or important, that I should get in touch with that ...