Last weekend as the grass began growing under a warmer sun and rain, i knew it was time to spread out the pasture, k and i worked hard and as we did the rain came. i am always working on fences in the rain and maybe that is the way it will always be. i was wet and cold, the fog was coming in and out as if it was playing the part of waves on the sea shore. i grabbed my camera and headed down the dirt driveway to capture what i could. my arms were heavy, elbow throbbing, clothing wet was strangely making me feel wakened. the seams between myself and nature were sewn and i was reminded how when the body works hard the mind can have a renewed clarity. later on when k came back and joined me on the hill we stood in the grays of a day drenched in rain, the wind would blow the fog towards us and then through us and for a while it was as if we both quietly transformed into ghost.
* thank you aran for such a kind act.
*kim thank you for the first photo is one of my favorites i have ever taken