Thanksgiving weekend, our first chilly weather, a funeral visitation for Cobern Fannin whose garage/gas station has kept various vehicles of ours going for years and years -- all these changes make me think of a reality that photography has helped me be aware of, that change is a large part of the work I do. In an earlier post I wrote of the importance of Being There. And of Never Knowing What Might be Important. Now I add Look for Whatever (which includes Celebrate chance and change and Appreciate people you meet.)
|hanging to cure|
Pair #2 happened this fall. For a week I passed by these bales of hay lined up, sometimes in sun, sometimes in shade. Last year I had filmed my neighbor Herman as he mowed those hillsides and made his bales, but I didn't see any lined up the way they were this year. I had to wait for morning light, so I took the photo, now a digital one, the day my husband and I were driving to Lexington. (Where I live, the term neighbor isn't limited to next door.) By the time we noticed a section of the hillsides that had not yet been cut for hay, I was in a hurry, taking only a few shots. I've made note cards out of both images, shown here with their card titles.
|over hill, over bales|
Two different views of same places, three paragraphs when I've promised only two per post, thus, "four" the moment, thanks as always, Ann