Nopeming

Her name was Ida. 

 I was perhaps seven or eight years old. I remember going to visit Ida at Nopeming. I remember wearing a brown homemade dress with yellow flowers on it, that mom made for me. Mom would have us kids visit and sing with a couple of the old folks here when we were just little kids. I never liked it. I never liked to sing. 

My friend stated tonight, as we walked the grounds, how fast things fall apart without humans. This place has only been closed for a decade but it looks like much more time has elapsed since it has been usable. 

Things fall apart without humans.... And they fall apart very quickly. 

I had to buy chocolate and coffee tonight after this escapade. 

Can I sing to them now? 

Artist block

I hate the feeling of not knowing where to go next. Every couple months, I shut down because my

brain decides that life is better without feeling. I disagree with it, but until it revives itself, I might be on my own without its handy pathos hand to guide me. 

Farm tools, coffee cans, and a polyester wedding dress

 

"You need to get a little more loopy!"

Now that's some wise advice!! Thanks Jasmine!

                 Photographing my dad's old paint tubes was a really boring idea...

               

 Then I thought, "I'll take pictures of old slides from last semester". But just thinking about last semester make me want to quit all artistic attempts. So forget that...

 So until I start to get a little more loopy...

Color came out very nice on this one. 

 Nothing is drying today...

The World We Live In - The Killers

Work usually doesn't fool around with morning chit chat. As I walked out to the fields at eight-thirty, I quickly noticed that Lois and Doug had already dawned the tractor and the weeder and were cleaning up rows of sunflowers. Doug spotted me and gestured with his arms in a sort of downward swooping motion. To my mind it registered as "to hill". Wha? I have to hill the sunflowers? Never heard of doing such a thing! That was a root crop kind of process. Well, I guess sunflowers are pretty big plants, needing an ample amount of dirt around their roots. I walked to the barn and picked my weapon of choice, and then confidently walked backing out. I must keep these tricks of the trade in my mind in case I too decided to take over the world one day. The two pulled up shortly as I was speedily "hilling" the soon to be monstrous plants. "No weed around them," I stood corrected... and thus my day began. 

Weeding...

oops...

Still in the process of drying, but I'm excited that burlap has worked so well! It does have to be bleached though, with a tighter knit then the generic kind.