Crossing the line… they come bearing gifts

They do come bearing gifts. A roof.  A roof over our heads is most definitely a gift. A man on his little machine, that was attached to the back of his semi trailer when he drove straight past the road closed sign,  pottered down the drive carrying the beautiful corrugated iron roof that will keep The Coupe dry for many many years. bearing-gifts-004

Such a little package. We have to wait for the weather to clear up now though. No men on the roof in high winds.  Sigh.

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Maybe next week.

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The lambs were loving their little field time yesterday afternoon. Watch closely.

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Yup he jumped over his brother. Do you want to see that in slow still motion?

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How is that for high spirits.

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We opened the way through the barn so that Sheila and Charlotte could walk from their indoor pen right through the barn, across the yards and into their outdoor pen without supervision. Wandering to and fro at will. Pregnant girls need exercise.

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This shot is from the pen back to the barn.

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The pig pen is behind me here. Now, to show you their pathway we will cross the line and look back. Crossing the line is a very important concept in  film production. In fact it is something you should not do as it upsets the logic of your viewer and gives him an jolt as she struggles to reorient her thinking. Imagine a line  that cuts through the middle of the scene, the camera is on one side or the other, the image in the middle.  Crossing the line  and shooting from the other side without warning, changes the viewer’s perspective. And breaks a kind of contract we make with an audience. I try to avoid doing that on these pages too. But today we will.

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Here we are in the barn, in the winter quarters actually looking back out at the new pen. In the opposite direction.  We have crossed the line.  Do you feel sea sick yet!? Though hopefully you have a better idea of what we did yesterday.

Good morning. Outside it is blowing a gale again – with more rain in the forecast. We are starting to get water in the basement.  It seeps in through the old foundation walls when the ground is very wet. We are living in a reclaimed swamp as you will remember. So this is par for the course. There is a sump pump and a drain down there and the freezers and washing machine and dryer, etc are up on blocks. So we are prepared. I just wear gumboots when I am doing the laundry! Fixing up the basement is very very far down on my list.

Have a lovely day.

your friend celi

43 responses to “Crossing the line… they come bearing gifts”

  1. When I was a child we lived in a house with a basement that also flooded. My dad said it was a spring that woke up when the water tables were full. Mom hated that house. My sister and I loved it. We’d float boats in the basement. Great fun!

    Good morning, c, and a happy spring morning to the farmy!

  2. Oops, I missed this yesterday – Napowrimo makes a plethora of post and I didn’t get to the bottom of it! A great pig path, and I have (again|) pinched one of your pictures for a haiga.

  3. Love the roofing iron having a ride. It’s what’s called a ‘wide load’, and here would have to be accompanied back and front, with warning lights flashing. But where you are, everything is wide.
    The lambs are have such a good time.

  4. Celi, those cavorting lambies are darling! I am sorry about your wet basement, but glad that you got rain! It’s always a trade off isn’t it?

  5. I love your little high-jumper! Reminds me of when I lived at Granny and Gramps’ place and their lambs used to entertain us in the back pasture with races over the picnic table and the ram would head butt the wire fences to bounce himself silly back into the middle of the pasture. 🙂

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