9pm equals 12am equals 9am. time and space converge to produce a series of silted moments as i curl under down and smell the light. really. in waves it hits me, the horizon and actuality, the end as pioneer peak. the farm has 15 dogs. large ones like bears. home0made chevre. a secret raw milk co-op. we plant special basils in hooped houses, cover them at night with wool blankets. i woke up this morning to four moose running across the field. a cow and two young. you can’t look them in they eye or they will charge. more people are killed each year by moose than by bears. people bring bells into the woods with them to startle the large animals.
Katie — I love the imagery of both words and photography. What a magical place!