Thursday, November 14, 2013

morning commute

 work days are long lately
but on daylight savings time these mornings
 i get to see
these geese are NOT swimming
they are walking on water--
ice actually.
 a bit further along my route i get to see these beings.
 i love the sunlight on them.
 they're practically lifelike
aflame, even
 and they exist only on amish farms.
where at each end of the day
i see teams of workhorses hitched and tied at the ends of rows
of corn grown against the dearth of winter.
 just outside of the town
where i'm working now
(and teaching a few extra hours)
there was what looked like a pullover of some kind 
(it's usually a car and a call on a cell phone)
it was, however,
a young man driving this hefty team
he was preforming a maneuver 
with the tree and harness.
the horses were getting untangled it looked like.
7:35 this morning.


therese said...

... love your photos of the corn-skirt women dancing in the morning sun !! --wow--

Velma Bolyard said...

therese, i wonder if, against all amish expectations, they dance at night?

Anonymous said...

so, you have snow and ice and messy geese - but I love the dancing corn ladies, all lit up.

Velma Bolyard said...

jean and therese, i know they're not dancing while the amish guys are hauling milk to the depot, but they might at night to keep the cold away…

Anonymous said...

oh, I think they are dancing, just very subtly. maybe the Amish guys can't recognize dancing ladies?

ArtPropelled said...

Enjoying the waterfowl, corn ladies and wintry color palette.

Jennifer said...

Love your commute to work. Waaayyyy more interesting than my meander up the stairs to my studio. Have you been there to see the fowl lifting off as one? Must be an amazing sight! Thanks for sharing.

Velma Bolyard said...

jean, you're right, and i suddenly thought of tolkein and the ents and other beings that moved differently.
robyn, it's a lovely time here, november is amazing.
jennifer, in the days when i was less thoughtful i caused a whole flock (of thousands) to lift off. it was a powerful thing, not to be messed with.

Valerianna said...

Cool.. LOVE the corn pyramids, so ALIVE in the sunlight. And I just had an AHA moment... thinking about when EVERYONE got around by horse, or horse and buggy, carriage. EVERYONE was forced to be connected to animals, piles of poop, grittiness, earthy, horsey smells, animal rhythms. - funny how it just occurred to me how that kept the threads woven, between man and beast and mutal respect. Maybe I would revise this, if I come back and look, but a new line of thinking, pouring out, just as it comes....

Velma Bolyard said...

valerie, i drive my car through amish country every day, i grew up in town and lived in two big cities, before chosing the edge of wilderness. so, you see i am always assuming the deep understanding of the grit. when i harvested the hosta the other day, i remember that the paper i make will have grit in it, too. and will be beautiful and strong.

Judy Martin said...

the corn bundles intrigue me - and I am also noticing how much colder it is where you are than it is here in Canada at present.

People here wrap their trees into strange bundles - I may photograph them.


Velma Bolyard said...

judy, here, to, the bundling, always for their lawn shrubbery…but these ladies are for good use!

Arija said...

What a joy to see the stooks of corn. No hope at all of seeing any in Australia.

Velma Bolyard said...

arija, unless you have amish farming there?

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