I don’t know what it is, but the Anderson Valley, which lies north of San Francisco, and about an hour from the Pacific, is some sort of zone of pure magic and incomparable beauty. Whenever I am there, I start to vibrate from the intense and intimate beauty of the place. In the early 80’s I made a series of photographs of a few vineyards and wineries. Memory is fickle; I can’t pinpoint this location.