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The following riffs are from an email conversation with old friend Mike Hamer (a musician and writer from NC, who grew up on a farm in Newport VT). I had originally sent him two photos from this same perspective, one with two guys looking at the truck, and one without. A third photo from closer in (“What Guys Do”) can be seen directly above this one.

AR: “Here are a couple of variations on that Vermont Country Store scene. If it inspires you to write an paragraph/essay/tome, please do so and I will publish it. Which works better for you – with or without the guys?”

MH: “.. I prefer the shot with the guys. I have 2 ideas for anecdotes from growing up days — one a story of boom year of apples, and so we went up to the Percy farm and made 20 gallons of cider. Then we had to lower the jugs with baling twine into the well that was in the cellar below the garage. The last gallons to come up had a bit of fizz, and so I let a couple of the older guys on the school bus have a little nip on our way to school. My thermos would pop when we opened it. The other idea was a fantasy of hooking up the big John Deere A to the manure spreader, full, and taking it down to Newport Center and letting it go through the middle of town.”

AR: “..funny where we went with that photo – I was struck with how much of a set, or “installation” it was, with the sun stage left as a big old floodlight, and then went on to figuring out the meta message: simplicity, the old days, connection with the past, the perennial and bountiful harvests ??? All with a wonderful allure, for sure.. you know, I initially put the one with the gents up on the site, but it was too busy for me, so shifted it to the other one ..”

MH: “Well, one thing you learn from farming is that there is no perennial bounty; it’s more like a rhythmic cycle of lean and bountiful. I could expound on that a bit in telling the cider story…? I can tell that the writer and the guy behind the camera see things in different ways- -one looking for a story, and one looking at the story.”

MH: “..I can even hear the conversation by the pickup, ‘Guess I ought to tell Ms. Smith that I borrowed a few of her pumpkins; maybe she’ll take an ounce of my medical weed for her arthritis as payment.'”

AR: “..yep it’s a whole new world out there..”

AR: “..the manure spreader in downtown Newport could be a very funny short story..”

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Khousa Dogwood, Madison, CT

September 30, 2014

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to everything there is a season-9517

I missed the flowering prime of these peony blooms, but nonetheless found a beauty even more compelling in its starkness (and playfulness  – think underwater).  That night a severe thunderstorm came through, and the next day, all the petals here had fallen away, leaving only those magnificent earthen ruby-colored seed pods.

** The response by Zen Master Shunryu Suzuki, to a student’s request that he distill his teachings on the Way into their simplest possible form.

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viburnum daylight-8703

We moved to our home here in Ivoryton when it was 5 years old, in 1992. The landscaping on the property was minimal – some lawn and shrubs that barely made a dent in the forest around us. That changed over the years, and it was especially rewarding to bring in scented shrubs: honeysuckle, mock orange, roses, and a few viburnum. Spring is truly here when those viburnums blossom, and it’s always worth a trip to the “back forty” for the wonderful vanilla fragrance, and the way it shifts, ever so slightly, with the weather and time of day.

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Spring (mercifully) has arrived! Today at 12:57PM EDT !!!

In reality, I love Winter; it’s a great time of the year for slowing down and turning inward, and diving deep into replenishing undercurrents of rest and dreams. It’s a season where all the extraneous stuff seems to just fall away (trying to stay warm tends to do that**). This year though, an extended January thaw settled in, and Spring was so palpable that I got a little ahead of myself, and it took awhile to remember the season ebbs and flows like no other.

Then along comes a February day and you’re out shoveling snow, and realize the sun is warm and there’s no wind and you don’t need a jacket, or a shirt for that matter and before you know it, you’re shoveling half naked. And you remember summer days, and ready for them.

** see Abraham Maslow’s “hierarchy of needs”

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Hideaway, Ivoryton, CT

July 12, 2013

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