Category: Photography

The Tunnel

I have been trying to write to you for weeks but every time I reread the words I wrote they seem unhelpful, foreign even. Written by a sad person. But here you are – a bunch of unrelated beginnings: I don’t know which days…

I KNOW

What the hell, right. No hugs. No kisses. No closeness. No faces. It is so loud at the mill- with two mills running 24 hours a day now and with masks on all the time – we have given up on casual conversation –…

I need to tell you

That our poor old Tane died earlier this week. I am so sad for us and so glad/sad for his release. He was a good old fellow- I know that in the larger scheme of things and especially at the time of global stress…

WE HAVE FLOUR

Saturday morning – I simply do not understand why there is a run on flour – it started way before the Shelter at Home order. Are all these people baking? They must be I suppose. But how does a big company like Bob’s Mill…

I am here

But totally worn out. Sales of flour at the mill are skyrocketing- at least 15 times more than usual. For every one order two weeks ago I now have fifteen . And yes – we were in no way prepared for hundreds of orders…

I NEED A DRINK

Well you know the rules! Once I have written the hearing I can’t change it. Here is a not-clever chicken, stuck in the porch railings. The two dogs looked on in bemusement. Not sure whether to run for help or give it a good…

NOT QUITE SPRING

But back in the fifties today!! And look who turned up. Went to buy bolts at the hardware store and came home with chicks! Fourteen of them. Eight …. and six …. They are merrily eating out-of-date corn grits from the mill and snuggling…

TWO ENTRIES

Friday Morning. I am sitting outside the Immigration Office this morning – at least a building called the Application Support Center where we are sent for the official beginning of the agreed Card process. There are quite a few of us foreigners sitting here,…

MR FLOWERS

Though today it has done nothing but rain, which is kind of nice when I am out of the rain working in the cold dry mill, though the rain was falling on snow and tonight the whole slushy mess will turn to ice and…

BACK IN THE …

USA. Back in the USA. And guess what- they are still sniping and arguing with each other. Same words, same tone, different subject, same soundtrack. Radio – off. And it snowed and the temperature plummeted just as I got off the plane. All is…