The best thing since sliced bread. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Till the cows come home? Is that one or did I make that one up? It’s interesting to think about where all of these cliches come from and how they even get to be cliches. They make for such a good transition sometimes into thoughts that have nothing to do with the cliche at all…
So I’m switching gears, if you will, into something completely different then photography. I went on a reserve frenzy at the library the other day and now have, at the very least, six books in the works all centered around agriculture in one form or another. One that I just started yesterday is “The Land Was Everything”, which is a collection of letters from an American Farmer. The beginning starts off by describing rural life and who the American farmer was and later on will be.
“Farmers see things as others do not. Their age-old knowledge is more than the practical experience that comes from the art of growing food or from the independence of rural living. It involves a radically different-often tragic- view of human nature itself that slowly grows through the difficult struggle to work and survive from the land. Destroyed by hail that most others ignore, praying for a rain that few will notice, increasingly foreclosed upon in a sea of cash, smug in their ability to nourish thousands but bewildered that they cannot feed their family, apart from town but dependent on those who are not, still confused over how and why plants usually produce harvests but sometimes do not, the last generation of American farmers have become foreign to their countrymen, who were once as they.”
It paints kind of a bleak picture of those who are providing food for an entire country no? I think that more and more we are becoming aware of just how important farmers are, but there is still a huge disconnect between the American consumer and where our food comes from and furthermore, the route it takes to get to the supermarket.
I’ve only just begun this book so we’ll see where it goes, but what I really love about it so far it the title. The Land Was Everything. Because that’s the way it should be. The land should be everything. The land is a source of beauty, resource, and ever giving us what we humans need to survive. From California to the New York island.
I’m totally open for conversation about this passage and whether or not it’s an accurate portrayal of the American farmer and whether or not it’s even important. How much do we really think about where our food is coming from and how involved are we willing to get in order to make the land everything again?
The best thing since sliced bread:
On a completely separate note, I’ve never really mentioned this before, but if you would ever like to purchase a print of something I’ve posted on here, please let me know!
Just in case you need a little visual encouragement:
Both of these are fabulous in a 12×12…