Finding Familiarity

The past month or so, I’ve become more acquainted with the farm and - given my horrible sense of direction - have finally built an internal map and more or less know my way around.

I’ve taken nearly a million photos, gone on many walks, and slowly adopted several favourite trees. I even think perhaps the sheep have started to recognise me (though probably they just thought I had food).

Over the next month, I will be helping to re-vamp the prayer walk around the farm in preparation for the season of Lent leading up to Easter. As I begin this creative process, I took my Polaroid camera on one of my walks. I leave you with copies of those photos, and a poem by Wendell Berry.