A beautiful warm evening in Provence. I was camping at the farm in the right distance below the Luberon hills. The farm harvested grapes but not for wine, they were used for dried fruit, raisins I guess. The farmer was up with the light and off in his tractor to spray the rows of vines and then back about 2hrs later for his breakfast, before I even knew about what day it was! The track led to the vines and the road with the blue shadows led to the farm.