A walk in the park….
Occasionally, the farmer will forego his boots and actually put on a swim suit, t-shirt, and believe-it-or-not….tennis shoes. Labor Day was one of those days. It was one day we were not going to labor. Every single day is a labor day here at Providence Farm. We have to make ourselves leave it, if only for a few hours, a day, a weekend, so we can fill our reservoir. There is literally something to do every waking hour. Boredom simply isn’t in our vocabulary.
Nothing thrills me more than interesting photography and usually the kids set the stage for me just by being themselves.