things

things

What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.

We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,

and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.

Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.

Lisel Mueller

big and beautiful

when i first move to the farm or maybe even when i first came to visit the farm i went by the most glorious horses i had ever seen. for weeks after i moved in i would walk pass them hoping that i could speak to the owners and ask all about them. sometimes while driving at four am i would see these giant white beast coming out of the dark forest and just dream of walking along side of them. finally one afternoon while driving i slowed down when i saw a fox among them, yes, just sitting there in the middle of all them, i turned around and tried to get the shot but mr. fox had another idea.. he ran.

well the owners noticed me and came out and just like that they let me walk among them. I can not tell you how incredible it is to walk among horse that a so big and beautiful as these percheron. they welcomed me with nudges and before you knew it i was hanging all over them. my camera was in the car but it was not time. the other day i went for a walk to pick up acorn tops along the side of the road with my camera in tow, the owners who upon viewing my portfolio asked if i could take some photographs of their horses. like a dream i thought! these shots are just casual shots upon my walk the other day but i can not wait to get in there again with my camera and do them justice!!!

a drive

it seems that my head is in the clouds, i drove around the beautiful country side today. it is all beautiful that is the problem i get distracted. i thought about so much even though the audio played in the car, i found myself lost in the past and the future. somethings are just slightly out of reach others are tucked away for safe keeping.

as a child i loved our drives, i am just like my mom that way, her escape was a car ride. i can re collect many of our drives most done in silence, sometimes with don Henley playing on the radio. i remember the barns, farm houses, i remember a collapsed barn was as pretty as one standing. today on my drive i seem to mourn the fallen ones, perhaps afraid that the scenes that played out in my childhood will only be played one day with my eyes closed.

tuesday

the weather continues to be mild yet the sun is tucked away behind cloudy skies. i like it that way. grey skies make for better pictures as all the color seems to jump up at me on such days. it also helps me think..

goats

i hope you had a good weekend. the weather here was a dream. today looks like that dream continues. i have the urge to write quotes on recycled paper and leave them all around the city. today i have the urge to wear something pretty and light. today i hope i find a big belly laugh. today i hope to bite into the most perfect apple. today i hope to capture how i am feeling on film. today i hope.

update*later that day(it is noon now).. i just came back from a walk with grace i sat on a rock and watched the pony, the horse and clarabelle the cow graze. grace played all around me she loves running fast! the sun is glorious and warm so i removed my cardigan, i sat in my dress and wellies it felt like summer all over again. i walked all along the stone walls and picked up some fallen pine cones, what to with them this year i wonder! oh i hope your day is filled with sunshine and warmth!

corn

this morning frost covered the ground and everything else it could find. sun floats bright in a almost cloudless sky.we would harvest the corn today, as much as we would need to carry us over the winter, they would serve as treats for the horses and clarabelle. as i was picking the corn, more like pulling i started to think of all those who really had to do this. all that had to hurry while spending sixteen hours in the field, hands raw, cut and sundried for maybe a meal or a roof. things have changed now at-least here on this side of the world big machinery has taken over, yet i can't help to think of the signs posted in cafeteria walls of companies, with all the agricultural laws and the tiniest minimum wages written all over them, at times even embarrassed, ashamed to-read them. how could hard working people who feed us get so little.

it is afternoon now, corn put away as fields are cut down. the sun shines beautiful the warmth of it's rays has reached us . we are hobby farmers today at best. the storm windows will get placed, clothes will shift from light to heavy. we hope for the arrival of one of our new additions, wondering about the others yet to come. for now we will go back outside and let the sun know we are grateful for it's arrival.

the rain, the light and the person it makes

sometimes there is a delicate balance that plays out in twenty four hour period. waking up to a new day is a gift, being able to love those who surround you is one as-well. a little later in the day you begin to think about how at times you feel as if your not doing enough, wonder really what is it that you are doing? that is usually when the radio goes on, as if it's job is to try to bring you up back into the light. then as the sun meets the leftover rain you find yourself searching for a sweater upstairs, the upstairs that at times you forget is there. you notice the little things, the ones that the light hits and just like that you find a balance of wanting to be better but liking yourself and what surrounds you just the same...

the color at my feet

today

chased clarabelle back into the pasture again!
nursing a bad knee( not sure how, but better already)
i fixed clarabelles escape rout
created two picture books for printing
answered blog sponsorship question
ate a black bean and goat cheese quesadilla for lunch
listening to npr classics
will find nature treasure with my camera
and i feel like watching remains of the day ( perhaps later)
wondering what i should make with the beautiful quinces i received
and drying black walnuts!

eyes see clearly but heart is blurry

do you know that time in your life when you know a big change is about to take place, you have wanted it, but you feel anxious, nervous. you second guess yourself. you ask for signs but do not trust yourself enough to read them..i am there but i will take a drive now and try to leave those somewhere, anywhere but here..and maybe upon my return those unclear feelings would have left me...

*then i had a dream of a day will share photos soon!

Vous est nul autre

i want to say thank to my husband for sharing the last seventeen years with me, having me as his wife for the last twelve
and giving me loveliest of weekends
all my love
"vous est nul autre"