Planes

It's weird and awesome when objects confront you. The slightest detail seems to be that much more extraordinary when looked at outside of the box. Pictures help with this, because they isolate moments. You can see the image in perspective, admiring things with the force of speculation.



A blue shower door added on to a pale golden timber frame barn. The colors accentuate the angles which accentuate the structure. Timber frames are popular here because they are age-old and sourced locally; and they are strong and they are beautiful. Does its innovation in being so natural make it more beautiful?

In a weird way, everything on a farm looks similar.







Because it's so redundant, so repetitive and numerous; you forget you are a part of something. I love the elemental aspect of this job, being with food, with animals, with light at its first moments.

You see the sense of life begin to begin around you, the idea orchestrates itself in the slow breathing of plants who emerge, half-asleep from the comatose homeostasis, limbo in the shell. Crack open and begin to engage in a long DNA strand of identity, there reactions are precocious, because they are catalogued in such a way that interprets them before they hatch. Selected into the future, they are an almost perfect shape of themselves.


This is an acorn germinating into the ground.


Sometimes, you can see the seed husk on one of the first leaves of the plant, even as they grow up and get really big.


This seed husk must be lost, eventually. But we can assume there are some lingering arbitrarily at the tops of trees.



The animals, with instincts piloted for them, are created in a world unto themselves. Lambs know to run up to their mothers, and they all fiercely engage the udder the same way--like madness they shoot themselves upwards and begin suckling from the tit. Pigs know how to eat sod almost as soon as they wake up. Healthy lambs begin to walk in their first hour of life.

They are fascinating in their ability to entertain just by living. The aquarium notion. An Israeli once told me we are always entertained by two things: babies and fireworks. On a farm, however, that assurance goes into almost everything. One is always taken aback by the mere simplicity of pleasure. Of eating and of fighting for fun. There is a great redemption that comes in animals enjoying themselves. It means that there is a world of contentment to be lived so easily entertained by the things around you.



A stick, it becomes a tool. Just as a pig, becomes the herd's latest gossip.



Just as you become the spectacle. Terrorizing with your ability to control, to manipulate to overpower. Or maybe just an easy fascination with another species. Sheep look at you like you look at them, guessing what they're thinking and furthermore, interested in the next thing they're going to do.


"We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time."


Go ahead, punk.

But then it sort of ends when you start playing the game as well. When it's interactive, it's no longer entertainment: it's business. That is your playground, aquarium to all other things. They look at us as we look at them: nature.


or sometimes they too don't have the time to look at us at all.

Nature is like an emotion that happens just after you see life created. It is a feeling that you get in the satisfaction of knowing change, by seeing differences. It is an autonomy that is perfect in every way, because it exists in everything and there is nothing that is not it. And yet, there is a way around it. There is a way to build on it and from it.


Here are pigs outside of a greenhouse. They eat the sod that would grow grass in the area we will be sowing crops. Their system interacts with our system and makes a key step towards sustainability. We are engaging the diversity.

While it appears we construct ways to block nature, it is more like we are letting it sieve. The way a dam blocks water and gently lets it pour out so we can control its power to make invention. They way we garner plants into perfect conditions, abutting nature's frenetic indulgence with itself, letting its random parts play with themselves until only the strong survive. we never create nature; we explore its possibilites and expand its potential by inhibiting its wild, destructive force. We consume nature (just as nature consumes) and process it into a viable, understandable thing.



Despite the abstraction of its obtuse, estranged artificiality.



We are merely playing its game in articulating its mystery. Nature is always abstraction until its conjunction. Then it's a system, or part of a system. Our mission, in essence, is to help complete nature. To abide, abet and surround nature with itself and our company. A stout homestead, an actuating force of cooperation.





Everywhere around us, we are surrounded by things. Mysteriously beautiful because we attribute an austerity to something natural. And the more that they are captivating, we are cultivating. A part of nature is on its way to being a part of us.

And when they become so immediately understood, and we no longer examine them for they are just a part of the routine; it's just a moment to step away. See the plane. Understand both its utility and its isolated abstraction.



But there is phenomenon, every step of the way. Every leaf is an adventure, as every part of the plant came from seed. And every sprout you eat is a baby plant that was cut from its stem. And every morsel you eat is a cluster of molecules in food cells that create a whole universe of palatable intricacies.



The camera sees so much life in the everyday, just by stopping it. By holding it in a single frame, commanding it to be remembered; you experience the birth of a second that had passed on. It then becomes a frame of your nature, of your odyssey through recognizing who you are, what you are, and where you're from. We are eating animals, and plants, and eating life and giving life, as part of a gigantic system of breathing things that exist to feed an existence. It's mesmerizing to once in a while gain hold of the structure that has held you up forever, and shake out its feathers and see it for it what is: naked.