“Ma’am,” he called out gently, “this is private land. Please stay on the marked trail.” She blinked, looked up from her phone. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she said, backing up with her hands raised. “I didn’t realize. I’ll head back.” She looked genuinely remorseful.
Robert nodded. “Thank you.” The following day, he found a young man crouching between the rows, camera rig mounted to a gimbal. “This your land?” the man asked, grinning. “Yes. And I’d appreciate it if you’d move along. This isn’t a photo backdrop—it’s a working vineyard.”