Twice now I have said to photographer friends that they, not their ebooks, blogs, photos or commentary, are the product. I don’t mean that they supposed to exploit themselves like some reality tv bimbo, but rather that their audience just wants their authentic art, in whatever medium fits the moment.
Such wisdom, too bad I ignore it when it comes out of my own mouth. I have been trying to fit an old model of how to blog about my photography endeavors to this new, messy, farmstead life. This vision of how it’s supposed to look has kept me from blogging about the things that are engaging almost all my time and creative energy. So I need to either rebend the old mold to a new shape or get a new blog. I’m too lazy for the latter, but it might happen sometime, if and when marketing ranch products threatens to dominate. There’s a problem I would love to have, some fruit to sell. I can worry about that when the trees are taller and splendidly laden from apples.
So expect more pictures of chickens and apple trees, and less from the road–I have places to go eventually, but it’s pretty good here on the porch. Maybe I’ll write a beginner’s treatise on ditch irrigation. Did I mention I’m volunteering for the Wayne County Business Association? Or that we bought a two-wheel tractor? And I am thinking a lot about local food economy, resilience and small-scale agriculture.
If you’re still with me, we’ve just turned off the 2-lane highway onto a gravel road. I like to say, “you’ve got to meet people where they are.” Right now, here’s where you’ll find me: last drive on the right, sipping iced tea on the bunkhouse porch.