Guardian lions were believed to have substantial protective powers and traditionally stood in front of Chinese palaces, government buildings and the homes of the wealthy, dating back 2000 years. They were placed in pairs, a male with a paw on a globe, representing the world, and a female with a paw on a lion cub (the cycle of life). They’ve changed some over the years, and across cultures.
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One of the many friendly and colorful characters to be found at the Brattleboro Farmer’s Market, held each Saturday during the season on the West Brattleboro line, and Wednesdays in town.
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Larry Auger and an unidentified farmhand making quick work of windrows of hay. The baler, the green machine in the middle, takes up the hay and spits out the compressed bales into the trailing hay wagon. The field was mainly grass with some alfalfa. They were working with some urgency as a thunderstorm with heavy rain was forecast for later that nite ( and did arrive at 3AM).
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There’s enough farm and forest land where I live to support flocks like these. A couple times a year, you’ll get to stop or slow down for them as they cross some secondary road.
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The full moon in June, also known as the Rose Moon (Colonial American), Lotus Moon (Chinese), Green Corn Moon (American Cherokee Indian), and my favorite, the Moon of Horses (Celtic), rises out over the Atlantic Ocean. The lights on the horizon line are ships moving in a southeasterly direction, left to right across the photo.
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A quick visit to a perennial flower garden with camera, tripod and a good macro lens can easily turn into an hourlong reverie. On this early evening, hummingbirds were visiting.
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The crops are in now, the growing season in full swing. Here, in the middle of a remarkably hot spell of early June weather, a soft morning light.
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The meadows are now about 3 feet high in this part of the world, and farmers are starting to mow. In another barn on this property, the hay bales are already stacked up to the roof.
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This is the interior of the same barn shown above. The contrast is striking; in the summer, the inside of these places can be as dark and moody as the outsides are light and breezy. My lifelong love affair with barns began with a huge, deserted four story structure, a myth really, that was a couple hundred yards from where I grew up.
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This porcine beauty (a Vietnamese Pot Belly pig), became the centerfold of a book that I created for a gentleman farmer friend a few years ago. Four weekends of photography, in VT, at the height of each of the four seasons -a great gig.
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