Day: May 17, 2014

The Divine Old Dog has slowed,

the chipmunks tease her every day,

they edge closer and closer,

run nearer than they ever dared before,

the rabbits dig deeper into their holes,

the groundhogs arrogantly waddle,

just a few yards away,

the Divine Old Dog

is not as quick as before, she cannot dig far.

But old dogs do learn new tricks,

and pride never weakens with age.

She lies down by the gate,

and closes her eyes, she looks

tired, confused, lost in sleep and dreams

the chipmunk stops and stares,

listens to the old dog’s sighs and moans,

and darts for the gate.

The Divine Old Dog opens an eye,

shoots out her paw,

and invites the chipmunk to the Dance Of The Angels,

where so many rabbits, chipmunks, groundhogs,

skunks, racoons and mice,

dance every night in the Crystal Ballroom,

to the light of the stars,

and the music of the barn swallows.

They are all on

her guest list for the ages.

Red at work is a study in focus and concentration. He remind me to take my work seriously, do it well.

We had heard about Johnny Cash night – an annual event sponsored by the Cambridge Lions Club and held at the Greenwich, N.Y., Elks Club. Our friends Kim and Jack Macmillan invited us to come this year, it was one of those great events that really let you know where you are, where you live.

Harold Ford travels the country singing Johnny Cash songs and doing tributes to the late country music legend, he packed the Elks Club Saturday night – it was a sell out as it usually is – and the Lions Club raised thousands of dollars for the charity work they do. It was low key, not a lot of clapping or foot-stomping, as I had expected, but the love of community and country music permeated the hall. I love Johnny Cash, his songs were well and respectfully rendered. Cash was a brilliant artist, dark and moody, and Ford sounds just like him and captured his quiet, brooding performance style.

I love my life in this small town, it is rich in connection and at a time when rural life has been all but abandoned by the economists and legislators in Washington, my town is creating it’s own rich culture and identity.

Our friend Ethan Barlow came to the farm with his family to see the lambs. One of the great pleasures of having animals is to see children meeting them, touching them. Animals are important to children, even if the adults in the world sometimes forget that. Jake is easy with visitors, he does not mind being touched or held.

Since becoming a photographer, color and light have become like food for the soul for me, I am drawn to them and always seek photos that make inside of them. The new garden sprouting up is already such a place, we worked on our gardens all day, I am grateful for them.