Eggs Revisited

(Photograph copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)

At the risk of being redundant in my blog, I am posting another image of guinea eggs from our farm. This blog is really a visual compilation of what I do both professionally and personally so redundancy is part of the equation. Photography and farming can be quite the same. On the farm things run in seasons, each year we plant and harvest the same ground and we watch the same herd of cows have babies and grow. We produce the same crops and we have the same daily chores. In photography, I often see the same subjects over and over. Do I not shoot something because I already have a photograph of it? Of course not. I try to shoot things that are visually interesting no matter how many times I’ve shot them before. Even though it’s the same subject, I hope to produce a unique image or to improve on a previous one. And, the guineas went to the trouble of laying all these eggs and hiding them, so, the least I can do is shoot them when I find them.

For Wolf, 1993-2010

(Photograph copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)

For Wolf

Looking through his eyes was like
Staring into wilderness
Something agelessly unknown
Yet alluring to the soul.
Born with irises like snow
Swirled with arctic glaciers
He was mixed with malamute,
Husky, and a quarter Wolf.
Far from frigid northern lands
Shady pine groves proved to be
Perfect hunting grounds where he,
Faster than I, could catch me.
Evening brought him to the door
At our den. He’d lick the glass,
Beg and yelp at us until,
Laughing and smiling, we’d
Open up to give him treats.
Time would turn his icy eyes
Ocher like a darkened clay.
Though he couldn’t run with me
He’d nip at me and still he’d play.

(Poetry copyright 2010 by Devin Routh. Used with permission.)

6:30 AM

(Photograph copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)

Temperatures are pushing 100 already in North Carolina, and the beans are coming in. The best time to pick them is early in the morning before the heat of the day sets in. My wife was out yesterday at 6:30 in our garden in Grays Chapel. Above is a view of her picking bowl. Sure hope the family remembers her hard work this winter as we enjoy the jars she is producing.