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Still Life with Hogstone

It is a joke. A metaphor which plays on opposites. See, life has been anything but still since last we spoke. There is new construction, omnipresent timeless questions, holes burning in various kinds of cloth, stretched with varying degrees of tension over varying spans of empty space. There is pain, lots of potatoes, fog, transition, so many cuts on so many fingers it is almost too humorous even to mention it. Limitations, constraints ever amorphous, ever morphing, lurking in the shadows waiting to be tripped over. Or to trip. I have been finding it easy to become frustrated with the universe for shoving lessons in my face, when really the feeling I should be feeling is something like gratitude. I find it a sincere challenge to find patience and humility while engaged in this game of chess where time seems to be on the side opposite mine.

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Whew

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Yesterday was our first CSA harvest out yonder at Stitchdown, the sake of the silence around here. Seems as though much of the computer time has been transformed into outside time of getting things done over these last few months. 

On the roster of occurrences to share and develop astute critical analyses in the form of the written word and photographs are: the process of building a timber framed structure, starting with felling; death and place; the fluid spiritual nature of this farming enterprise; long term eyes; supreme uncertainty, decision making, and their role in pursuing prosperity; the value of expending energy building boxes for your CSA and other collateral improvements upon one’s’ brand identity; estate sales; and, last but not least - why is salad?

For now, here are some pictures of CSA day.

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Transpiration(s)

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One thing out of the lots of things that I like about growing food are the daily accomplishments. Little snippets of purpose. Every day, every hour there are tasks on which you are making progress or sometimes even completing. 

We all know that there is no back cover. No true Ends, everything is in progress always though sometimes, many times, we become lost in semantics, syntax, and shiny objects. All is shifting, indefinitely malleable. While we have lofty goals for One Day, we take pride and derive great joy from building fences, hoophouses and acting on our high falutin’ romantic unrealistic dreams of felling and hewing trees to timber frame a washing station / shed for our interim farmstead. 

The following are snapshots of some occurrences that have recently occurred.

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Creative Progress

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There is magnificent power in the process of creation. We experience it everyday, in the subtlest of ways. 

I am a very fortunate human in regards to my privilege of proximity to said process. One could say it is my work. Provides my means. The dream. Or a piece, at least. 

I believe it is easy to allow hopes dreams and romanticalizations to be distilled and oversimplified, particularly from a distance. Or lack of effort. It is all too alluring to slip into a grass is greener, they have it all figured out why don’t I mentality. 

Black and white are figments, happiness is not an end, hard work bequeaths reward and creativity is requisite daily, not a dreamy someday. There is shit in every blessing and the treads on our soles are made for traction. 

I am very excited to be working on a creative project with my good pal Jay up there on that magic island I so often write about. 

We’ve begun production on a film. The end result, even the intentions of it’s creation, are yet murky. There are themes that are obvious. Strategies and styles that will undoubtedly be present. It will serve his businesses, Maple Rock Farm and Hogstone’s Wood Oven, but will not fall prey to mimetics. 

The subject matter is timeless, wise, exciting and inspiring, and it is so the film will aim to be. 

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Ultimate Pleasure

These photos were fortunately unfortunately buried in the extremely organized, expertly tailored Farmrun archives for the better part of a year.

It is an honor and pleasure to present you with photographs of what I deem one of the greatest offerings of nobility, love, welfare and gratitude. For, as we all have experienced, pleasure exists at some magic confluence of labor, offering, creativity and faith.

The rare occasion and ability to offer a group of friends family and acquaintances 6 months of husbandry, 18 hours of attention, labor, and skill to celebrate the magnitude of abundance the phenomenon of a single swine provides, is a gift in and of itself.

To see the smiles spread across the crowd, like rhizomatic lighntning. The fat dripping down wrists and the effusive embracing of luxury, for just one meal. The gasps and guffaws and curiosities of nine year old boys running jumping cartwheeling at the splendor of a miraculous beast on the spit.

Furthermore, this roast in particular was carried out with two majorly wonderful humans, Jay and Jorgen, who are some of the humbly hardest working folks I have the pleasure of calling friends. 

I hope you can join us at a roast someday soon.

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