Left work yesterday to find the courthouse in the middle of town was on fire. And I had my camera with me, so was able to get a few shots in.






Left work yesterday to find the courthouse in the middle of town was on fire. And I had my camera with me, so was able to get a few shots in.






I’ve been lurking on your blog for awhile now. I’m a housewife over in the next county milking a family cow and doing my best to grow what I can. RAw Milk!
Yesterday I blogged about a professional photographer that showed up at the courthouse. What she saw and recorded was somehow offensive to me. Then I see your perspective here and I’m not offended. I’m moved. Maybe it was all too raw two days ago. Or maybe you’re just talented.
Anyhow, cheers from a fellow farmer
No doubt about it – Trace is one of the most talented photographers (and writers) I know!
Katherine –
I tried to make the photos about the people that were there and their reactions to the fire. A lot of the story for me was that it was hard to find someone there who did not have some sort of camera – cell phone, mini-video camera, professional, news, etc. I felt like I was watching them watch the fire.
This post doesn’t really belong here on Cricket Bread. Just felt it had to go somewhere though.
Trace,
Perhaps the difference was intention? Like life in general, intentions shine through, don’t they? And I think your post did belong on Cricket Bread. After all, farms don’t exist in a vacuum but in community. Cheers, K
And, WOW, how important are the intentions of the farmer? Like, huge, eh? Oops, now I’m digressing…
Wow. And also, when I have my camera and I’m watching some “event” with it, I find that I’m often really distracted by the reactions of everyone around me, and I end up taking photos of things like a bunch of people taking photos of Winged Victory.