Just finished loading the wood boiler, feedng the deer, feeding the dog, letting him out, and now time to have a glass of wine and enjoy "Blood Ties-The Life and Work of Sally Mann" which I ordered on Amazon (along with the other documentary on her life and work, "What Remains." Reading her recent autobiography, "Hold Still" last year was a great part of the impetus for me to return to large format work. Aside from our birth year, we share the common ground of being private people who live on wilderness farms, with the unfortunate result that I will not likely get to take a workshop from her on the Collodion Wet Plate Process. I love these Fall evenings with the now near bare trees at sunset, which when you squint, appear as a fine Monet watercolor from Giverny. The Snow Buntings are anxiously awaiting the first snowfall, so that with their mostly white bodies, they are elegantly camouflaged against the landscape. They are usually in tight packs along the roadside all winter and make a spectacular jump-flight when the RAV4 goes by. These are the moments that make life rich....if you are in them, rather than in your head or somewhere else.
"There's relief in not having to be outside. No gardening, no mowing the lawn, no tyranny of long daylight hours to fill with productive activity. We rip through summer, burning the hours and tearing up the land. Then snow comes like a bandage, and winter heals the wounds."