Dee Yates’ zinographic eye

Person wearing red floral rain boots standing on grapevines in a vineyard.
If I could make a red wine that was good for your heartA spicy wine worthy of ageWould it be enough for your point-scoring lust?Would it help to ease the pain?  Make a stain?… I said, I know it’s only Zinfandel, but I like itI said, I know it’s only Zinfandel but I like it, like it,yes, I doOh, well, I like it… I like it… I like it…

Good photography is like good poetry, or verse set to music: so much contained in so little, like Blake’s worlds gleaned through grains of sand.

Good wine is like this, too: capable of conjuring images you can smell, taste, feel, even hear — like bodies in untold positions, from innocent to obscene, seductive to careening. Far more than just juice of grapes transformed into a drink with alcohol. No wonder Catholics still speak of it in terms of blood; or like Joni Mitchell’s holy wine — a lover tasting so bitter, so sweet.

Dee Yates was born in Lodi, grew up in Lockeford, and matriculated from Lodi High and Consumnes River College before starting up Dee Yates Photography in 2000. Her work appears in numerous places — hotels, ads, restaurants, wineries, etc. — and her “eye” and technique are exquisite. So much more contained therein.

Today she lives with her burgeoning family in the foothills of Valley Springs, east of Lockeford and Clements, whence is contributed these snapshots of wine country life, to which we have attached snippets of verse or song inspired by each image…

Little glass of wine, a good thing you are hereYou’re warm on my lips, warm as a tearA comfort to the fool who’s restless in his mindThe lover’s trusty potion, little glass of wine…
Greensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delightGreensleeves was my heart of goldAnd who but my Ladie Greensleeves…
Ich bin von Kopf bis FußAuf Liebe eingestellt,Denn das ist meine Welt.Und sonst gar nichts.Das ist, was soll ich machen,Meine Natur,Ich kann halt lieben nurUnd sonst gar nichts…
I hid the love within my heart,And lit the laughter in my eyes,That when we meet he may not knowMy love that never dies…
Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods or steepy mountain yields…
In a green, muddy, web-foot, unutterably songless worldThe vine was rose of all roses…
God how I love you! — or, as I say,a plunge into the ditch.  The End.  I sitexamining my red handful.  Balancing— this — in and out — agh…
O my Luve is like a red, red roseThat’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is like the melodyThat’s sweetly played in tune…
Large wine fermentation tanks at Lodi Winegrape Commission winery for premium wine production.
I grow old… I grow old…I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Shall I part my hair behind?  Do I dare to eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will sing to me…
Wine barrels stored in a cellar at Lodi Winegrape Commission for wine aging and production.
Without going out of my doorI can know all things on earthWithout looking out of my windowI could know the ways of heaven…
Wine bottles being filled in a modern winery with machinery and colorful control panels.
We just lay there by the juniperWhile the moon is brightWatch those jugs a’fillingIn the pale moonlight….
Rows of wine barrels stored outdoors at a vineyard in Lodi, California, showcasing wine aging process.
Please don’t wake me, nodon’t shake meLeave me where I amI’m only sleeping…
Lodi winegrape vineyard under a clear sky with moon and setting sun, showcasing grape growing region in California.
My heart is drenched in wineYou’ll be on my mindForever…

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