the twisted vine

The Luberon valley is criss-crossed with orchards and vineyards. At times I think the rows of extremely clipped vines look like black crows about to take flight, or even like small anguished crucifixes. There is a brutality to the forms that is yet to be masked by spring buds and blossoms.

Michael and I both spend hours looking at the forms and trying our hand at understanding what we see.

Michael's cherry tree