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Thomas Fogarty Winery

Thomas Fogarty Winery's Damiana Chardonnay Vineyard in Woodside, California

Most people spend a lifetime toiling away in one profession, often one they dont particularly enjoy. Few have the luxury of having a job they love, and even fewer still make any time to pursue their passions. Thomas Fogarty is a member of that rare breed of Rennaisance men, brilliant men (and women) who make careers of what they love and pursue all of their many talents and passions in life. The author or coauthor of more than 125 patents and patent applications, Dr. Thomas Fogarty is perhaps best known in the medical world for his Fogarty balloon embolectomy catheter. In plain English, the balloon embolectomy catheter has a small hollow tube with a tiny inflatable balloon attached at the tip. The catheter can be inserted into an incision in a blood vessel and pressed through the clot and inflated, displacing the blood clot. It sounds simple, but before Fogarty invented it as many as 50% of patients were dying on the operating table or losing limbs during surgery to remove blood clots. Dr. Thomas Fogarty invented the catheter even before recieving his MD from the University of Cincinnati, cobbling together his first prototypes with his fly tying skills developed as a young fisherman. His balloon embolectomy catheter became the very first minimally invasive surgical device and is the most widely used catheter for blood-clot removal today, responsible for saving the lives of over fifteen million patients.

In 1969 Dr. Thomas Fogarty began teaching surgery at Stanford University Medical Center and like many of us who move to California, it’s difficult not to become fascinated both by wine and winemaking. After helping a Stanford colleague with winemaking, Fogarty’s passion for the art grew and he purchased acreage in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Fast forward to the present, and the Thomas Fogarty Winery is a thriving estate, producing 15,000 cases of wine annually. With 325 acres (25 under vine) in Woodside, the Thomas Fogarty Winery estate is nestled in some of the most picturesque countryside in Northern California. We visited on a warm Wednesday afternoon and parked next to a duck and lily-pad filled lake adjacent to one of the vineyards planted with Chardonnay. A short walk up the driveway found us at the tasting room where as luck would have it, a four flight wine tasting is offered for free every Wednesday.

In addition to the large estate in Woodside, Dr. Thomas Fogarty also owns the Gist Ranch Estate, a 100 acre parcel 17 miles south of his Woodside winery. With 14 acres under vine there, several varieties of grapes are grown including Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Malbec, Cabernet Franc, Syrah, Chardonnay and Pinot Gris.

Thomas Fogarty Winery - Damiana Chardonnay Vineyard

 

Thomas Fogarty Winery - Chardonnay grapes growing in the Damiana VineyardThe standout winner among the wines I sampled at Thomas Fogarty Winery was the 2006 Skyline Red, a Bordeaux style blend with 42% Cabernet Sauvignon, 39% Merlot, 10% Cabernet Franc, and 5% Petit Verdot. ’06 had one of the longest growing seasons in recent years and it shows in this medium weight red. It was a quiet day in the tasting room, with just two other couples there. The service was friendly and attentive and the tasting room was located on the second story of the building housing their production operation. From the balcony on the second floor, one can look down at the production room where there are large fermentation vessels and oak barrels.

The winemaker and viticulturist at Thomas Fogarty Winery is Michael Martella. Martella has been with the winery since it’s beginning in 1981, which says a great deal about both the skills of the winemaker and about Thomas Fogarty. A great many wineries hire an excellent winemaker when they first begin and of course go on to produce some outstanding wines. Then the winery begins to wonder why they are paying the winemaker so much money – after all, they’ve been watching him for a few years and they’re pretty sure they can do the same thing for a lot less money. The winemaker gets put out to pasture and it comes as little surprise that the wines begin to suffer. As it turns out, a skilled winemaker can be worth their weight in gold – and then some. That Fogarty has kept Michael Martella on as winemaker for three decades speaks volumes.

Thomas Fogarty Winery – Woodside, California. The tasting room can be seen in the upper left of the photo.

Chardonnay Grapes growing in the Damiana Vineyard at Thomas Fogarty Winery in Woodside, California

Thomas Fogarty Winery is located at: 19501 Skyline Blvd, Woodside, CA 94062. The tasting room is open Wednesday – Sunday from 11am-5pm. Enjoy!

 

 

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Camping & Photography at White Sands New Mexico

It’s been a while since the last update, but I’ve got a good excuse. I’ve been traveling and camping for the last two months. Have you ever tried to update a blog while you’re camping? Some folks seem to be able to do it, but I’m not one of them. It’s hard enough to find a place to take a shower out in the wilderness, and even harder to find a power plug so that I can charge my MacBook long enough to type something out. And then of course, you have the time for resizing all the photos I’ve been taking and then….IF (and it’s a big if) I managed to do all that while sitting in a (slightly leaky) tent in the rain in the middle of nowhere….I’d be stuck trying to find internet somewhere. Of course, there is always 3G internet, but contrary to what the TV ads all say about their great coverage, there are enormous areas of the United States where finding a signal of any sort (much less 3G) is about as unlikely as seeing Cher out mountain climbing. So, I didn’t even try. I know…it’s no excuse.

I briefly considered waiting until after the trip and then writing about every place I visited after the fact in chronological order, but now that I’m not camping any more, I want to write about what I’m doing now….not about how I was sleeping on a rock the month before. So, I’m stuck with a bunch of cool photos and awesome memories and experiences – but you might have to wait a while before they make their way to the blog – and when they do, it likely won’t be in chronological order. In any event, I’m in California now, where power plugs, showers, and granola are in abundance – so if I don’t start updating this thing more, I’ll have no excuse. Well, at least not any good ones.

Here’s a little tidbit from the trip.

I took this photo at White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. There are 275 square miles of gypsum sand dunes to get lost in, and you could easily spend a few days exploring. We spent the night backcountry camping there, which was $3 per person. The site we camped at was about 3/4 of a mile from the parking area and trailhead. 3/4 of a mile is laughably easy on just about any terrain but sand, and as the name White Sands suggests….there’s a lot of sand here. It was quite a challenge getting to the top of some of those dunes carrying 50 pounds of gear and water. They recommend one gallon of water per person per day as a minimum and even though we only ended up drinking less than a gallon between two of us during the evening, it’s definitely better to struggle up a dune with a little too much water than to end up as a future archaeological exhibit.

There was only one other group camping in the backcountry and their site was far enough from ours that we couldn’t see or hear them, which is the way backcountry camping should be. Some people like the comforting sounds of screaming babies and generators humming at night, but I’d prefer to hear the wind. There were no fires allowed, so the propane stove probably added some unnecessary pounds to the pack – if I had to do it again, I think I would just forgo the cans of soup and just eat something cold. The temperature dropped at night into the 60s which was a great reprieve from the scorching daytime temperatures.

The sunset was beautiful and there was no worry about anyone else getting in the shots! The photo above was taken in the morning as we were hiking back toward the cars. The dunes are definitely more scenic the farther west you go from the parking area. They get larger and larger and the vegetation growing on them gets much more sparse, giving you the sense that you’re somewhere in the Sahara Desert. The photo was taken using a Canon 16-35mm f2.8 L lens, which really is a perfect lens to take to a place like this. I brought along a 300mm lens, but really didn’t use it at all. The wide angle the 16-35mm offers is perfect for showcasing the vastness of the dunes and the wide open expanse of blue sky above. A polarizing filter is a must have item for your kit too.

If you’re thinking of camping at White Sands National Monument, check out this Backcountry Camping Brochure. Campers have to register at the visitors center an hour or more before sunset, and with only 10 sites available it’s best to get there early in the peak season. You can fill your water bottles at the park visitors center, but there is no water available inside the dunefield once you go through the entrance, so be sure to bring a few jugs to fill up. Temperatures can fluctuate as much as 30-60 degrees from day to night, so if you visit during a cooler time of year, be prepared for it to get even colder at night. A good rule to remember is, bring extra clothing and extra water – the farthest site is only 1.1 miles from the trailhead, so carrying a few extra pounds trumps freezing during the night. It got chilly during our stay, but a lightweight backpacking sleeping bag plenty to keep me warm. If you’re backcountry camping at White Sands National Monument, you might not be able to get cell reception at your campsite so if you need to call someone, do it at the park entrance where there is definitely service. You could get a bar or two at the top of some dunes with AT&T.

There are rattlesnakes, black widows, and scorpions at White Sands, although the likelihood is that you will see none of these. Just don’t leave your shoes outside the tent and be sure to shake them out in the morning. Pay attention to where you are walking – several years ago I was jogging back to the car to grab my camera and nearly jogged right into a rattlesnake’s mouth.  Good thing they rattle! For photography here, a tripod or monopod would be nice to have along, but you can certainly take fantastic photos without it. If you are going to bring one, bring as light a tripod as you are able. Be sure to charge your camera batteries in advance since there are no power outlets near any of the trails. It might not hurt to bring along a little blower like the KOH Hepa Jet in case some dust finds its way into your camera – it can be pretty windy here, so if you are going to do a sensor cleaning, do it somewhere out of the wind.

Even if you aren’t planning on doing any primitive backcountry camping at White Sands National Monument, bring water with you even when hiking a short distance away from the road. If you lose sight of a reference point like a parking area, it can be very easy to get lost in the dune-field, and indeed several people do every year. Deaths in the park are rare, but as recently as June of this year a 23 year old woman died while hiking the Alkali Flats Trail, apparently of heat related causes. Temperatures during the day can soar to over 100F, so bring as much water as you can as well as high energy snacks. Have fun! I sure did.

See that little dot in the middle? That's the tent!


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Spring Flowers

My current house sits along an alley. Not a dark, rat plagued alley, but a decent sun-filled alley where my garden thrives. You might say it’s one of the ritzier alleys, as alleys go. Like any alley though, nighttime brings the inevitable peculiarities that seem to go hand-in-hand with backstreets after dark no matter where one lives. New York City, Boise, Chicago, Paris, the evening backstreet festivities are much the same. From my second story window I can (and do) look out at any hour of the night and find something happening within 50 feet of the house. The most habitual offenders are the urinators. Men and women alike, both seem to share an indomitable need to empty their bladders, usually in or near my vegetable garden. Then you have the wobblers, the drunks who undulate from one side of the alley to the other, lurching and veering perilously but somehow managing to more-or-less remain vertically oriented. The wobblers occasionally become rollers when the lurching gets the better of them and they finally collapse in a heap in the alley or as luck has it, my garden, where they insist on rolling and somersaulting across the vegetables. Then you have the screamers, the drunks and the touched alike who find five am to be the ideal time for howling about the return of Malcolm X or the state of the union. Of course, no alleyway is complete without the requisite taggers who insist on spritzing the houses and fences with not only urine, but catchy phrases like Boner King and shapeless blobs of paint drip that would cause Banksy to weep openly. Now, don’t mistake my snarky rendition of the nightlife to mean that I don’t love it – it’s certainly far more riveting than anything on TV at 3am.

I’m convinced that I am the only one in the neighborhood who notices the rumpus happening just outside. The only one to know why there is a gaping hole in the neighbor’s garage door and the only one to know how there came to be thirty oranges strewn across the pavement. And, most importantly, the only one to know specifically which heads of lettuce in the garden to avoid eating.

The arrival of spring has swiftly grown and emboldened the nightly congregation. Last night there was the usual troupe of wobblers, but one disconsolate passerby, ostensibly piqued by the sheer temerity of my radish bed decided to blight the soil (and the brick wall) with what once may have been edible prior to an all inclusive tour of the human digestive system. You get the drift.

So, after excavating the funky offender and the surrounding earth and double wrapping the sullied mass in garbage bags, I set off in search of something worth photographing. Being spring, flowers seemed most appropriate and easily available and a perfect antonym to my befouled radishes. A cloudless Prussian sky and a white sun invited me to photograph with my back against the warm grass but a swarming gang of biting ants drove me back to me feet within minutes.

Fashion photographers are often asked where they get their inspiration. Many reply with enthusiastic prose about the current London collections and the past lens masters, but for me – this is where I get my most vivid inspiration. The rays of the sun filtering through the textured petals and veined leaves and the gusting wind trembling the slender branches – that is what inspirits me. If art imitates life, what more better part of life to imitate than this?

For those who care about such things, the photos were taken mostly with a Canon 85mm F1.2 L lens, probably the most glorious piece of glass ever. Lots of sun, lots of wind, lots of color.

If you really like these photos here are three links to download a zip file of them to use as your desktop wallpaper or screen saver. As always, reblogging is encouraged – just stick up a link to www.nickzantop.com

Click here to download if your screen resolution is 1024 x 768 – Size 5.7 MB

Click here to download if your screen resolution is 1280 x 800 – Size 7.2 MB

Click here to download if your screen resolution is 1440 x 900- Size 8.4 MB

 

Rock on

 

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The Unseen Work

It’s been a busy few months since my last update and lots of new things are in the works. I’ve been working as Director of Photography for an awesome documentary film which should be out sometime in the late summer. We just wrapped up principal photography and the first rough edit is complete, so for the next few months it will be getting the final touches put on it before it heads to the festivals. I should be able to spill the beans on it soon. Don’t worry, everyone will be getting on my guestlist for when we win the Oscar. In other news, a book project is in the works which I’m very excited about. I will be expecting everyone to support the arts (ME) and pick up a copy when it eventually collects dust on a shelf near you.

Even more exciting is the trip my girlfriend and I have planned for this summer, a very extended, round-the-country roadtrip that will culminate in California where we will hopefully be able to find some nice digs to try our hand at permanent residence on the Pacific side of things. The fashion world is pretty different on the western edge, but I figure that it’s time for a change of scenery. Plus, my best buddy Ryan has been bugging me for the past three years to make the leap ever since I helped him move out to LA, so I’ve finally caved to peer pressure and the promise of that glorious California weather. And, of course, the surfboard I got the other month needs some real waves. The logistics of moving a ridiculous amount of stuff – and a @*&&^% surfboard – a few thousand miles hasn’t quite been worked out yet, but these things have a way of sorting themselves out.

In the name of organization and the spirit of procrastinating from real work, I’ve been sorting through a lot of my old photos and trying to consolidate ten bazillion randomly named files scattered across a dozen temperamental external hard-drives into a system somewhat less confusing. It’s probably a lost cause, but it got me thinking about the countless images that are never seen by anyone. Some of them deserve to never be seen – especially the ones where the strobes were out of sync and the image is black….why those got saved I will never know. Some, I wonder what I was thinking when I took the photo. But, some are pretty damn decent. When I photograph a fashion editorial or an advertisement or even a set of photos for my personal work, invariably only a handful of photographs make it to print. Sometimes my favorites get cast out by editors who prefer a different angle while others are simply redundant.

I’ve decided to share some of this unseen work with you, my anonymous internet friends. If this idea goes according to plan – and my ideas rarely do – I’ll share a different unseen image in each entry. If you enjoy the images, feel free to share them on your facebook, twitter, blogs…whatever(that’s a noncommercial usage only whatever, not a “you can put this on a giant poster in your boutique” whatever). Just put a link back to http://www.nickzantop.com so I don’t have to resort to caps lock yelling.

Here’s the unseen image for today, a shot of Brazillian Bombshell & top model Natalia Subtil from a shoot for Futureclaw Magazine. Rock on

Natalia Subtil

Natalia Subtil

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Black Death (part IX)

This entry is the ninth of a several-part installment on my coverage of the Deepwater Horizon oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico. Feel free to comment and ask questions & please help to share this link with others. You can read all of the current entries here: http://itsjustlight.com/?cat=105

It should be noted that this entry is VERY heavy on photo content (and is very long in general). It may take up to a few minutes for all of the images to load if you aren’t using a high-speed internet connection. You can access a larger version of each image in every entry by clicking on the photo; a new window or tab will open with the larger image, which I highly recommend to see the most detail.

I exited Grand Isle State Park but accidentally made a right turn onto Admiral Craik Drive, which dead-ends just after the gate to Coast Guard Station Grand Isle. The Coast Guard Station is billeted for 46 active duty personnel and 4 enlisted reservists. It’s not a large Coast Guard station by any means, but it directly borders the lagoon where I came across the dolphin jaw in the previous article. Directly to the northeast beyond the lagoon, just a few hundred yards from the station, lies the oil stained beach that was strewn with the bodies of dolphins, left to decay and disappear on the shore.

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