As far as I am concerned, there is only one way to make cornbread…in a heavy cast iron skillit. It's the way my mom made it and the way her mother made it.
elizabeth reading
belle’s locks
Belle is one of the percherons at the farm. Just like her mother, Maggie, Belewas born black, but is turning white. Her main was the first to change. Now her coat is speckled, well on it's way to becomming white.
Not all percherons cange color as they grow. Belle's little brother, Sampson, shows no sign of changing and will probably remain black.
captured
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| Elizabeth, the photographer |
You might remember Elizabeth from some earlier images. It turns out that both Elizabeth and her mom are photographers. I am looking forward to seeing their work at sometime in the future.
This particular image is one of recognizing the beauty in the lines formed by her stand combined with the billowing of her dress as the summer wind flowed by her. As with so many good images, knowing that you are seeing a photo worthy scene is more than half the battle. See beauty. Capture beauty.
Lines, form, and even story combine. Who is this young woman? Why does she wear such old styles? What is she looking at through her view finder? How do the modern camera and old dress come together? There is nothing in the image that gives us answers and we are left to our own imagination.
farm walk
On a recent Saturday morning, I drove over to the farm and went for a long walk. It was a nice cool summer morning and I was feeling the need to get outside a little bit. This is a mood that comes over me from time to time. I need to commune with Ma Nature a little bit on my own.
The path took me along the edge of one of the pastures and then turned into the woods and crossed a stream. I still get a kick out of crossing a stream by hopping from rock to rock. Now that I am getting up in age a little, I am far more careful than I was in my youth.
My sense of balance is not what it used to be. As a matter of fact, I am thinking about taking some yoga classes to see if they can help me become more limber and more balanced. If you take yoga, I'd like to hear from you on the subject.
After emerging from the trees, I stumbled upon Jason and one of the farmers out in the sorghum field. They had Rosie harnessed up and were cultivating between the rows to keep the weeds down to a reasonable level.
Rosie is new to the farm and this was a good opportunity to get her some practice in harness.
hush little baby
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| Hush little baby. |
the red socks made me do it.
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| The red socks made me do it. |
the old kettle
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| The old kettle |
This old kettle fires my imagination, much like what happens when I pick up an old book. How many hands have gripped that handle? How many gallons of water have been turned into tea or coffee? For a household item more than a century old, it has borne witness to a lot of stories. It’s a nice old kettle.
planting vegetables
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| Planting Vegetables |
On what proved to be an incredibly hot and sticky day, Chris plants vegetables in the garden at the farm. Tomatoes, cabbage, lettuce, and more. All went in the ground in spite of the uncomfortable humidity. What did I do? I watched and recorded Chris' work of course. It's good to be the photographer.
Kit or Kate?
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| Kit |
Kit or Kate. I am not quite sure which is which. One is darker than the other and I can never quite remember if Kit is the darker or the lighter of the siblings.
What I do know is that they are both well behaved mules. Fine mules. Big mules. Much bigger than old Jack, the ancient mule that passed away last year.
Whether Kit or Kate, we had a nice long conversation. I babbled on while she just looked at me, occasionally blinking. She didn't seem to mind having the company. I enjoyed my end of the talk. Animals are calming, especially Kit or Kate. Who ever you are.
tim mcmurdo 