Last year, My in-laws bought some farm land. It didn’t have that much on it: An old, worn-down house, a couple of barns and a stretch of land for growing crops. but over the last year they’ve started to make it their own.
As a city-born westerner, going to the farm can be a strange experience. There’s lots to do but there’s no hustle and bustle.
It’s the type of labour that leave you tired physically, but with a sense of peace and purpose. I always feel better after visiting.
There’s not much going on, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t things to photograph. But that’s never difficult in a new place.
Maybe the magic will wear off. Maybe the peace and stillness will become tainted. Maybe I’ll find the outside world intrudes more.
Or maybe the work will get hard and we’ll come less often. Who knows.
but I thought I’d share a glimpse with you.
All photos taken with a Ricoh GR (original, not mark iii) except the selfie with an iPhone XS.
yuri rasin says
Love the images here. You’re making the best out of light and shadow and the colours give warmth to the story