There is a small vineyard below the building where I work. For the most part I never see people in it, but the other morning I saw a group of workers pruning the grapevines and burning the branches. You can see the figures of the workers hidden in the fog.
And then later that afternoon as I was leaving, there was a lovely light hitting the vineyard. Same place, different time of day.
As an aside, this is the kind of work that Jean-Marc has been doing for the last couple of months. He's been clearing the pruned branches from the vines, after someone else has done the pruning, and once the branches are freed he breaks them and puts them on the ground in bundles, where they are ground up for mulch. It's hard work because the vines are attached to the guide wires and other branches, so it means a lot of muscle is needed to separate everything (while not damaging the vine!). I think Jean-Marc is appreciating wine and the work that goes into it in a whole new way!
The bonus is that he sometimes gets paid in wine.