Images of New England
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I only saw the cemetery – at the small grove of trees in the top center of the image – when I enlarged the photograph. Multiple gravestones, some large, suggest a number of generations buried there. Who knows when this vista first emerged from the primeval forest, and whether an act of nature or the hand of man?
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I imagine farmers – the practical lot they are – don’t spend much time with the notion that their work is also art. Yankee farmers in particular are an understated group and would scoff at the idea that they are artists, and their work installations. But it’s not a stretch to consider the efforts here in that way. Sure the palette is muted and the design not particularly original, but a design it surely is, and perhaps just this season’s nod to the old adage that “there is nothing new under the sun”.
John Snell comments:
“Many of the farmers I’ve known and worked with actually do take the time to see the art before them. I still remember vividly the red deck of the mower after cutting a field that contained buttercup in bright yellow bloom. An old farmer I knew in Michigan taught me to listen to the sound of corn seed sprouting out of the soil. Farmers live so close to the land day and night they often can’t help but see the beauty right in front of them. Enjoying your photography. Sorry I’ll miss the show at the Bryan Gallery in October but wish you all the best.“
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This breed is surprisingly docile around humans; they seemed more curious about my presence than fearful or aggressive (though they certainly had a pecking order amongst themselves).
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The lambs on the Binder Farm on Rt 153 showed up a bit late this year – I think they’re about 6 weeks here. And what a crowd they drew in the 10 minutes I was there ! Kids and their moms, older women snapping photos, and most amusingly, a car full of adolescent girls off to some formal occasion.
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There is green emerging – new grass – up at the top of this westerly slope, just in front of the fallen down barn. It’s yet another sign of Spring, following closely as it does on the heels of the disappearing snow, and preceding the sound of peepers from these wetlands by a couple of weeks. Spring has returned!
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The steady flow of sap in March, triggered by the day/night rhythm of temperatures moving above and below freezing, is a sure sign of Spring in the north country. The apparatus used for sap collection include the taps (inserted into the trees), the tubing (through which the sap flows – by gravity), and the collection barrel (partially visible behind the trees). The collected sap is then carted off to an evaporator, where it boils down to – voila! – maple syrup.
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