Month: June 2013

I have always been surprised by the affectionate ways of donkeys. Every morning, they insist upon attention, they love brushing, they love being touched, scratched, talked to. They come alongside and bump you with their nose if you get distracted or take too long. Simon insists upon his good morning attention from me and from Maria. I never saw a donkey until mid-life, I cannot imagine living without them.

We are off to the Vermont Fiber Mill in Brandon, Vt. with five bags of recently shorn wool from Zelda and the gang. Maria sells the wool (check her website) as yarn, we cleaned it last week and it looked good. We’ll bring Red so he can stare down the alpacas there and Brandon has some great places to get lunch. Maybe some good photos on the way.

Bedlam Farm is an emotional place for me, so many emotion in the ground, in the air. Walking on the path, I looked through the bushes to see an afternoon storm rushing in over West Hebron and I saw, I felt the emotion in the air too, everywhere, and this is how my photography began there, love letters to Maria, a search to understand the emotion I was feeling. It is always there.