For Christmas of 2002, we went out to the backyard, put the camera on a tripod with a timer running, and shot until we found a photo we liked. That wasn't easy to do, but mostly because neither of us always likes how we photograph. The scenery was fine. More than fine. We had the pergola, the now dormant grapes on it, and it was late in the year, and we were outside in shirtsleeves. With wine, yes, but still outside wearing about three or four less layers than would be the case in New England. Go, California!