A Dead Bouqet

While cruising around the Applegate recently, we stopped at Wooldridge winery, because you have to stop at a few wineries, if you’re in wine country. I didn’t care for the wine, and it was a strange crowd. I don’t know if its because this is Oregon, or because there was some bluegrass/country band playing live music. And there were dogs all over the place. Some were running loose, and a few were on leash. It wasn’t the winery experience I’m used to.

I made the most of my visit, when I saw bouqets of dead flowers for sale. Whoever put them together had a good understanding of color theory. The colors and textures worked very well together.