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Caswell Portraits

As the seasons change, this page is always changing too. Hope you enjoy the photos.

The "out-back", 10 acres beyond this huge oak, with a big hill in the middle...soon to be planted in orchard grass.
Only half the field is visible in this picture. The other half is just over the green horizon.

Wild turkeys, as we understand them, are supposed to be leery of humans. Ours, those who frequent our back 40 seem to accept our presence. Each time we drive up, they ignore the car or truck. They tolerate me working in the shop or yard.

If I let the dog out to run, that's a different matter...they make a fast walk into the woods.

Front yard...and the yard is curved with the road in a wide arch. Neighbors wave each time they walk or drive by. This daily greeting is a very important part of country living lost to almost all of the urban sprawl today.

Who could resist taking a stroll through acres of yellow wild flowers? I used a telephoto lens to capture the farm buildings, but the camera couldn't see the flowers as well as the naked eye, or smell them or feel their beauty.

Our two year old grandson said soon as he saw this picture "bringing hay home". And, soon after this photo was taken, the field became empty. How did he know?

Making hay requires that the farmer have an understanding of the weather and weather to come, a little luck, as well as the skill of time management that would make any corporate executive envious.

This huge sun-faded American flag has for some time on this old tobacco barn. It is evidence of our strong local patriotism here in Caswell, and remains appropriately in honor of our armed forces that stationed over seas.

The end of a good day's work: the rolls are waiting to be taken to the barn. This day, the afternoon sun brightens our completion of haying. Seems to me that city people can't quite understand that our lives should follow thus- that after a good day's work, reverent appreciation, thanks and gladness comes next.

(find one person walking toward you in the second row of beans to the right) This 2003 photo originally in color just seems to be better looking rendered to appear like one of my grandmother taken with black and white film. We need not explain the content of what we see, for those who know a garden will simply agree to what is going on and appreciate what went into getting the harvest. Those who don't know would do themselves well to find out.

The "out-back", 10 acres beyond this huge oak, with a big hill in the middle...soon to be planted in orchard grass. Only half the field is visible in this picture. The other half is just over the green horizon.
Our side yard where the tractor resides until the new shed is built. This out building used to be for horses, and the left side for chickens. It'll be torn down next summer... I wonder if we'll miss it.	Wild turkeys, as we understand them, are supposed to be leery of humans. Ours, those who frequent our back 40 seem to accept our presence. Each time we drive up, they ignore the car or truck. They tolerate me working in the shop or yard. If I let the dog out to run, that's a different matter...they make a fast walk into the woods.	Front yard...and the yard is curved with the road in a wide arch. Neighbors wave each time they walk or drive by. This daily greeting is a very important part of country living lost to almost all of the urban sprawl today.
Who could resist taking a stroll through acres of yellow wild flowers? I used a telephoto lens to capture the farm buildings, but the camera couldn't see the flowers as well as the naked eye, or smell them or feel their beauty.	Our two year old grandson said soon as he saw this picture "bringing hay home". And, soon after this photo was taken, the field became empty. How did he know?	Making hay requires that the farmer have an understanding of the weather and weather to come, a little luck, as well as the skill of time management that would make any corporate executive envious.

This huge sun-faded American flag has for some time on this old tobacco barn. It is evidence of our strong local patriotism here in Caswell, and remains appropriately in honor of our armed forces that stationed over seas.	The end of a good day's work: the rolls are waiting to be taken to the barn. This day, the afternoon sun brightens our completion of haying. Seems to me that city people can't quite understand that our lives should follow thus- that after a good day's work, reverent appreciation, thanks and gladness comes next.	(find one person walking toward you in the second row of beans to the right) This 2003 photo originally in color just seems to be better looking rendered to appear like one of my grandmother taken with black and white film. We need not explain the content of what we see, for those who know a garden will simply agree to what is going on and appreciate what went into getting the harvest. Those who don't know would do themselves well to find out.