August break: origins

Every corner of my mind is bursting with heaps of inspiration from our time on the farm.
When I am there it comes in great doses, every where I look, every walk I take, every time of day. I realize more with every visit to the farm that going there each summer as a child hugely influenced my inspiration and my appreciation of the subtle details in nature. The hazy light brings back some of my earliest memories...the thrill of getting up at dawn to ride in the wagon on the back of my grandfather's tractor to the blueberry field...
walking barefoot on the moss in the forest...
flattening my body to peer through the underbrush, wanting to know the mysteries of the darkness in the woods...
chasing the flock of Guinea Hens and loving the way their spotted feathers flashed as they ran...
the crunch of the gravel on the farm's dirt road.
Like pieces of a puzzle all of these bits stir within me, reforming a whole that I glimpse in parts as I work in the studio, places that I access, worlds that I disappear into.
Senses alive and fully awake.
The world of childhood regained for moment.