On an old country road in New England you will come across a piece of land that use to hold a small farm house that sustained a large, robust family. Three generations lived in that house. The land was farmed and veggies and fruit were abundant. The old farm house is gone now, a new house replaced it. A forth generation granddaughter now holds that land. The old farm house no longer sits there but the old family grapevine does, still baring fruit for homemade grape jelly and holding flowers. It’s a sight to see, a reminder of the passing of time, of days long ago when life was simpler and in some ways more peaceful. The good earth keeps the vines blooming and calls us to sit for a spell beneath those wise limbs and remember that each new day is a gift from the past.
“Cameras are just expensive pencils, so what do you have to say?”
