Category: Photography
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To begin
For the first hour and a bit of my journey to Chicago I drive up to a station called University Park. There I leave the car. The second half of my journey to Chicago is on the Metra. The Metra. A train designed to move as many people as possible from where they were to where…
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Autumn Rains
And rains and rains and winds and winds. Though today is just wind. Cold wind. Yesterday evening, in my clown suit and jacket, I opened the gates for the cows to come up and shelter by the barn for the night and they GALLOPED through the fields to get to the trees. Clods of soil flying…
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Chapa Bread
After a weekend of feasting with new friends, yesterday I was treated to a visit from two old friends. They have been here before. So there was no need for nervous cleaning or shining. It was a very relaxed few hours. And a perfect day to make chapa bread and an omelette for lunch. Here is BooBoo on…
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The quiet feathers
After I dropped Hugo and his family at the railway station to begin their journey to Chicago, I drove all the way home to the farm again in an empty car. When I got home I stood in the drive and the silence was almost crushing. I went inside to see if the silence was the same in…
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Journey to Jul
Yesterday the boys Hugo and his brother Jules drove over to the big farm with me to collect walnuts for the pigs. Here are the pictures Hugo took with Camera House as we drove. Life is full of such journeys. Little ones. Good little journeys. No future or past. Just driving there and back. Collecting…
The Kitchen's Garden 