I went out to Arrington Vineyards the other night for a magazine cover shoot, and these gorgeous colors emerged from the ground before my eyes.  It was as if the sound of air and fire from the balloons was the Tennessee hills letting their breath be known. With colors only to be found in paintings, fruit to runneth your cup over, and music that made it impossible to stand still, I do believe that at that very moment, the hills really were alive.