Dunga Brook Diary

The rural life through the lens of an iPhone and notes from the field…

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Monday night, February 18, 2013, let the waxing gibbous moon be your guide…

Monday night, February 18, 2013, let the waxing gibbous moon be your guide...

So, its about 11 degrees out, snow on the ground, and I come home late from the art studio and, since they’ve been in the house for hours, I let the dogs out.

Chevy disappears into the night.

I call and call and call. Time passes, I wait for his scratch at the door. Now I want to go to bed. I try again but despite the cold, he isn’t coming back.

About a half an hour ago, he let me know with a distant bark that he was at Tim’s barn. An acre or so away. The ancient barn I take pictures of incessantly. That big, dark behemoth of a barn that scares me just looking at it.

The temperture is dropping. I put on my boots, coat, hat, gloves and grab the flashlight and walk into the dark. I love this dog. There isn’t any other way about it.

As I cross the field, I hear the crunch of snow beneath my boots, a billion stars twinkle in the sky, in the distance a dog barking urgently, not Chevy, probably coyote hunters.

The moon is bright, the snow is blue. I stand beside the silohs and the moon streams between them, I wish I had a camera, I don’t even have my iphone, it is insanely beautiful. Insanely cold.

I think about the time I was caught outside, alone, in a typhoon on a late Hong Kong night, morning really, and how I almost died from hypothermia (I embellish), my clothes were heavy with the tropical rain that came down in solid sheets when the wind wasn’t whipping it sideways. I was lost, a bit drunk from a typhoon party in a bar I’d walked out of an hour before..walked right into rain so solid that I lost sight of the other patrons and since then I’d seen no other living thing. Lightning was jagging the sky and illuminated a dead cat floating down the sidewalk, now a river around my feet…I was in mortal danger. But it was just so beautiful.

Tim and Margo (the barn’s owners and my only neighbors) are on a long trip, there is no one here in the night but me. Careful, I think, don’t fall down, there will be no one by. Until spring.

The silohs are black giants. Looking up at them and the moon, I don’t feel so alone.

Finally, I hear the sound of a dog galloping across the crunchy snow- it’s Chevy, full of burs and bursting with the joy of having such an adventure to share in the night with me.

I scold him half-heartedly.

We head home by the light of the moon.

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The Amish Buggy for Taylor Negron

As big city as it gets

As big city as it gets

In LA, if I wanted to go somewhere by car and it was 30 miles away I’d best leave an hour early, if it was rush hour, which is really rush HOURS…buffer that with anywhere from 15 to 30 extra minutes.

Unless, of course, there is an accident which means all bets are off and you best have a good friend to sext for the next 5 hours.

This scene is the closest to pandemonium a driver encounters in CNY.

This is an Amish man running errands, one must presume. I don’t have many great pictures of Amish buggies, the Amish don’t want to be photographed and therefore I catch them on the run from the driver’s seat with my iPhone. Not the safest thing to do but typically there aren’t any other drivers around and I make sure that I follow all the rules of the road while giving them a wide berth.

My job in LA, for a long while, was in Manhattan Beach. I was in Pacific Palisades. A lovely jaunt up the coast. If you have all day to do it. Morning’s were best, the 30 mile trip took 45. Evenings, when you are so ready to be home took up to 2 hours. Fuck the coast!

Out here, 30 miles is 30 minutes, no if ands or buts.

Priceless.

In LA, whenever it rained we had reporters on every corner. Out here, it snows. And you can’t find a soul or a corner anywhere.

Winter Road

Winter Road

Good Morning, CNY!

Good Morning, CNY!

County 19, ready for spring

Back in LA there was the 10, the 110, the 210, the 405 and the 605…trying to get somewhere  fast on those 8 lanes was nearly impossible. At rush hour, less than impossible.

Out here we have the county highway 19, 22, 23, 28 and if you really want to go somewhere we have the 20, a mostly 2 laner that runs from Boston to Oregon.

Rush hour traffic would be a tractor, 2 Amish buggies and a work truck. Unheard of, really.

I have been on these country highways for hours without seeing a single car or truck but mine.

Priceless.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”  ― Alfred Tennyson

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

GMC Jalopy

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Sometimes a truck is more than a truck...

Sometimes a truck is more than a truck…

 

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Waiting

Otsego Lake, Cooperstown, NY

A canoe waits on the shore…Otsego Lake, Cooperstown, NY

If you’d like to have this image on your wall…

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/waiting-vicki-whicker.html

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“Country living makes you go deeply internal, lots of aha! moments and then you look up to the sky or a bird or that tree that never moves but changes in a trillion different ways from day to day…and you realize that the space around you expands the space within you.”

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SnowMageddon

Everything in life has led me to this place, this middle of nowhere, beneath the hungry gaze of a wintry behemoth.

We are ready, loaded with food, water, internet, closed cell foam insulation, a pellet stove, bags of pellets in the basement, a generator powered by a gas tank holding a months worth of gas.

Around 4pm the snow finally arrived, sideways. I turned my back to it, watched the dogs fight and shit, one more round of freedom before we hunkered down in the 1820’s farmhouse.

And now that the sun has set there is more to be unseen than seen.

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