Archive for barns
February 28, 2015 at 12:03 pm · Filed under Notes from the field... and tagged: 1820's farmhouse, art, barn, barns, beauty, bucolic, central new york, february, lanscapes, serenity, snow, upstate new york, vintage, winter quotes
Winter is hard, my dears. Waiting is agony. Until you apprehend the story. The beauty of spring and summer in the northern climes depends on time ticking ever so slowly. Soon enough, the first bud, the first bee, the first peeper in the thawing pond. If not for these endless days we’d lose our wonder at what is coming…You know what is coming…how spring sashays and summer swaggers…even now, in the stillness, you know it well. XO, V
April 14, 2014 at 3:21 pm · Filed under Notes from the field... and tagged: barns, childhood, children, fatherhood, iphoneography, love, men, Naomi Shihab Nye, passion, photography, poem, poetry, shoulders, spring, upstate new york
Shoulders
A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but he’s not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep inside him.
We’re not going to be able
to live in this world
if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing
with one another.
The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.
