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Uhlbach, Grabkapelle auf dem Württemberg, Württemberg, Stuttgart, Baden-Württemberg, Germany, Deutschland, fotoeins.com

Fotoeins Friday, Stuttgart: Uhlbacher Weingärten

From the top of Württemberg hill in Stuttgart, this east view faces the village of Uhlbach in the city district of Obertürkheim. The hills are covered in vineyards; among them are white-wine grape varieties Burgunder, Herold, Kerner, Müller Thurgau, Riesling, and Trollinger.

I made the image above on 20 Jul 2024 with a Fujifilm X70 fixed-lens prime and the following settings: 1/500-sec, f/11, ISO1000, and 18.5mm focal length (28mm full-frame equivalent). This post appears on Fotoeins Fotografie at fotoeins DOT com as https://wp.me/p1BIdT-wyN.

24T67 Von Trauben zu Türmen (from grapes to towers)

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It’s early Saturday morning, and I head north to the Nussdorf ridge-line for a little hike and a long look. There’s the occasional jogger and bicyclist willing to climb the grade. But Nussdorf is home to many vineyards. As Europe’s largest urban vineyard, Vienna has within city limits about 700 hectares (1700 acres) of vineyards, producing over 2.5 million litres of wine every year.


61-seconds: “from grapes to towers.”
Wine grapes, but there’s still time to mature and ripen; it’s only mid-summer.
I’m a fan of the Grüner Veltliner and the “mix” in Gemischter Satz.
Facing southeast over vines and Danube river, and towards various towers; including the Donauturm (left-centre), DC Tower 1 (centre), and the Millennium Tower (right).
Nussberger Weinberge (Nussberg vineyards), as the slope falls off and “disappears.”

I made the photos and video above with an iPhone15 on 13 Jul 2024. This post composed with Jetpack for iOS appears on Fotoeins Fotografie at fotoeins DOT com.

Sächsisches Staatsweingut, Schloss Wackerbarth, Radebeul, Saxony, Germany, fotoeins.com

Celebrating Saxon wine tradition at Schloss Wackerbarth

I have a confession.

Red wines and I have rarely gotten along.

With the exception of the Chilean Carménère, reds generally feel I’ve been pouring scarlet poison down my gullet, burning and tearing the esophageal lining on the way down to my stomach, into a slow boil, scalding and churning with fury.

Dear crimson nectar, you’re all hot and alluring dressed in your tannins, but I cannot have you any more. The subsequent days of post-red churning-gut syndrome are over. I’ve left you for the clean, smooth, sharp, sexy blondes, because frankly, I’m having a lot more fun with the whites. I admit I’ll occasionally stray to the familiar Carménère, but I will always bring white wine back home.

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