There is something visually pleasing looking along a fence. Especially when the fence is bordering a pretty farm on a picturesque fall day. These images bring up many memories of growing up with my cousins and squeezing through or walking along these very fences, with cows or horses in the fields they separate. The animals aren’t around anymore but the fields and views are just as beautiful as they ever were.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to actually change my images into black and white, while other times I’ll picture a scene and know immediately that it will be perfect in black and white. Some of the images below fall into each of those categories, but I decided to do all of them in black and white for this post. I actually think the look of black and white works for the old feel of the barn and its surroundings. But at the same time, it was a beautiful fall day, so the color appeals to me as well. I guess I’m just indecisive, except in that I love taking pictures of this farm!
Walking through the barns on my family’s farm is fascinating. The look and feel of the interiors is right out of a story from decades ago. The first images are from the barn where the cows were milked, the other is where the tools are stored. I could spend all day there shooting pictures!
My mother grew up on a dairy farm that her brother has been running for as long as I can remember. (Actually, I do remember when my grandfather retired!) The farm is one of my very favorite places to visit, and one of my favorite places to photograph. It is just beautiful during all seasons of the year. We went to the farm a few weeks ago for a family reunion and my uncle was out bailing hay. The sun was shining, so, you know, they had to get out and make hay! That’s the thing about farming, no matter what else is going on, the work has to be done. You may be entertaining a huge crowd but the animals have to be fed, the fields tended, work done no matter what!
We all have our memories from holidays celebrated while growing up, many associated with warm, wonderful feelings. Such are the memories I have toward the holidays I shared with my extended family over the years. As a child, my family’s holidays always included travelling to visit our extended family, most of whom lived in Connecticut, which was quite a journey from our home in southern New Jersey. My sisters and I always enjoyed the trip, despite the many hours in the car, mostly because we had a multitude of cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles to visit when we arrived.
It wasn’t only our family members that made the trip such a great experience for us, though, it was also the farm on which my grandparents lived. The whole place – beautiful farmland, country living, farm life – was so completely different from what we experienced in our daily lives, that it made the whole place like a wonderland for us. We shared so many wonderful times together on the farm, playing, helping, creating, laughing, fighting, too many memories to mention!
Perhaps I’ll elaborate more in another posting, but for now, with Thanksgiving approaching, I have been thinking about my childhood holidays. I took these pictures of the farm last summer when I first started learning about photography. I loved going to the barn as a kid, loved being there while the cows were being milked, and especially loved feeding the calves! There are no more cows being milked there, but I do plan on going back and shooting more pictures. Meanwhile, some photos of Chuck Hill Farm… my childhood holiday destination!