a lot of the photos from this trip seemed to lend themselves to black and white…
resting up before the flight… he must have been a little tired from his first week of fourth grade!
these three again…
these five… i’m letting myself sneak in just this one image, no faces, no names. there’s something universal about climbing on a hay wagon. all the kids are currently in the three school grades that grammy taught during her career: 1st, 3rd and 4th. the cousin quintet.
something new stands out to me every time i’m back on the farm. this time is was the afternoon light pouring in through the knot-holes in the barn siding. since my dad and i talked about it, i’ll record here that the barn was built in 1903, and the beams are red beech, while the siding is hemlock. my grandfather bought the farm in 1948 when my dad was just 4 years old.
obviously, i couldn’t get enough of this effect, and am only showing a subset of the barn light pictures i took. i also spent a lot of time up close to the barn siding on the exterior, up a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand.
same hoop, new generation of rews…
manly stuff going on here. dad and rich were working on tightening one of the cables they put in to help stabilize the walls of the barn. dad was on the outside, and is climbing down the ladder, which you can see from his reflection in the combine that is parked inside. rich is up in the hayloft checking on the come-along. they also used chain saws together on this trip, and dad seems to think i should hang onto the guy. i think so, too.
quinn climbed trees that were planted prior to 1948.
my mom, painstakingly documenting each apple she identifies. i’ve said a lot about lifelong learning, and if you met my parents, you know where i get that from. mom reckons she would like to find a college course in pomology to take. i reckon she has learned so much from her own self-study that she could probably teach it!