it is a thursday evening. and i am feeling somewhat meditative this evening... and somewhat as though i wish i had a friendly voice to hear over a telephone line, or across a cup of tea, or a presence of a lovely female by my side. life has been good here. but tonight sitting in this big compfy chair wrapped in blankets, my mind wanders. it was a strange day here at the farm. Every bodies energy was low (accept for mine... an unusual first). and i feel spoiled in what i am experiencing here. spoiled in the inspiration it is giving me for how i ultimately want my life to look. For the first time i feel like my life is taking on a direction, while the people around me are suffering with that (all too familiar) feeling of no direction, or too many possibilities of direction. i feel as though all i want to do is farm. with my entire body and soul. there is absolutely nothing i can complain about. sure the days can be long.... sure sometimes m y body hurts... or i feel like i will never complete a task... but all in all... i have never felt... while on a farm... that i cannot get through a day... or that i need to run outside for some fresh air. I am already there... already in the field... already where my imagination would take me in any other realm if i were trying to escape. life feels just good i suppose.
i took these pictures last week. chris let me borrow his really great zoom lens accompanied with filter. It is the first time i have ever taken pictures with a filter attached to the lens.... i fell instantly in love with the process. it gives all of the following photos... what i deem to be somewhat of a warm glow... what others may describe as simply orange.
this one is our newly painted cabin from the back (thankyou chris)
and then the rest are shots from about the farm .
these two... if ever i were to name my photographs... i would call "The Organ":
they are of apart of a piece of old farming equiptment that lies absorbing history in a field. I am overwhelmed by the intricacies of its parts. I am determined that it is able to make music.
it has been lovely to be able to photograph again... to have the time to go out and walk about and take things in. i think perhaps it is how i best process places... how i make them my home.
the moon is waxing.