TickTock and His Dominion, 2019, Archival Digital Photo
There he is surveying his protectorate always on duty. TickTock is a perfect rooster and day in day out is vigilant about his hens’ safety. Yes, his hens, male ownership, it wouldn’t fly in today’s awareness of gender equality. He flew up to take a look at the goslings below, now almost grown and new tenants in the coop. The hens, except for Clara Big Baby, don’t care about independence and seem to enjoy having a strong male to boss them around.
Apart from collecting eggs, feeding and cleaning duties, my visits to the flock are simply to enjoy and observe. These birds remind me of the basic pleasure of a day spent walking around and pecking to see what you can find.
I need a plan while hoping the Giant doesn’t climb down that beanstalk, 2019, Archival Digital Print
It dawned on me last week that what makes The Homestead magical, or put another way, what my land elicits in me, is the sense of magic and wonder I felt when I was six or seven. It is the gift this place gives me. Everywhere I walk, explore, see, I make finds I hadn’t expected. It’s quite preposterous, I know, and I don’t expect anyone to believe me though anyone who has walked it when visiting feels it, too.
The beanstalk in this photo (actually a Wild Grape Vine) is an example. It is growing in the lush green of the ravine behind the dog pen. It is a steep drop down there where Deer, Fox, Raccoons and Nicky, the feral cat, run and travel. The Wild Turkeys, too. The pond is lower and to the right of this photo so this area teems all year ’round with comings and goings. There is a density here as well, so every day there is a new surprise, a new animal, a new sound, a new flower.
It isn’t a stretch to think that one dusky evening, I’ll be out there with the dogs and hear what I first think is thunder, the dogs will look up and stand perfectly still, my eyes will follow as the ground starts to shake and we’ll see those huge hairy legs start to descend from high above. I’ll open the gate and we’ll run like hell into the house.
Abundance, June, 2019, Archival Digital Print
Zac, Zip, Jerry, and Ruthie enjoy a pan of water, bathing and drinking. There is lavish green everywhere, all shades and variants from pale yellowish to deep blue. June is the best month. Everything on the homestead feels harmonious and lavish, generous and abundant.
I marvel at my good fortune to have found my magical spot. Earlier in the week I picked up a tiny fawn who was lying out under a tree alone. I put her back down aware that her mother would soon return for her and that I was violating Nature’s plan. But the experience was memorable and a gift to me. I took care of four motherless Robin hatchlings and they grew and fledged earlier in the week so all in all, it was a week of gifts and pleasures.
My linocut Nancy portfolio is completed as well. It was a year of work, hundreds of hours. Ten prints which I may extend to twelve these interest me so much. Then to edition them.