Friday, August 27, 2010

Echoes

This is such a familiar view, the back fields of my uncle's farm.  My dad and one of his brothers owned farms right across the road from each other.  Uncle Eddie's was the family homestead and the larger of the two.  Together they farmed, helping each other out with the various seeding and harvesting chores.  The two families were virtually merged as I grew up; cousins working right along side each other, one for all, all for one.  I spent as much time in my cousins' house as I did my own, eating countless doughnuts and fat molasses cookies.  I have to admit, for two very individualistic, firm headed men, they worked well together, as well as any team I've seen for more years than I can count.  Both have passed from this world, but their essence and echo lives on as I move around the farms, capturing lost moments with my camera. I am taken right back to my childhood as I visit these places, and it touches something long forgotten inside of me as I explore them again.

Fences going nowhere...
Broken down machinery.   Rusted works of art, abstracts my sister may paint someday...





And still the breath of God, in every swaying tree reaching skyward...that's home for me.



2 comments:

Bren said...

Let me be the first to say, I love your pictures! Things we might never had paid attention to stops us up short when you photograph it :-)

Patricia said...

I like bren love the pictures but most of all the old rusted broken down machinary. They speak volumes. Something I might want to paint someday. Thanks for sharing them with us...Blessings patricia