Thursday, January 15, 2004

The path-past and present

Seems a strange exersize to start a journal and write down my thoughts etc. Who is this written for? For me? For children? For later explorers. Seems strange they wouldn't  include a spell checker in program.

Took this picture at a old homestead in Eureka Il, it was an early, wet morning. There was a quiet peace and maybe a little pride and a touch of sadness, that said, look at what I made and had back in the day? (A flag stone dairy barn) . Think of the farm family that got up at dawn and called the cows to the barn to be fed and milked the old a.m. radio with a static filled farm show usually from WGN out of Chicago. On winter days the coldness of the barn and the wet warmth of the livstock the sounds of  hoofs stomping on dirt floors, the sounds of chewing cud, kittens begging, milk hitting the pail. As you are milking with your head just resting on the cows rear flank and the in and out breathing that sets a tempo for your life, The good smells of the barn and the comforting routine of chores. Seems so long ago.

 

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