I like the way farming looks. Not the cleared acres with unending rows; that bores me and makes my mouth a little sour. I’m talking about the short rows and the squatting bodies, the hand seeding and pebble flicking. It is intimate in a way that maybe only someone who is in it all the time can understand.



I like the way your pictures look. And your stories….and your beard.
eh ehm…I think April say it best!