What it really looks like

When I log into this blog, I am startled. I see this photograph:


This is a sight I see regularly when I check on the plants. This image is very different than those I present on my business’ website. As a photographer, I find this image interesting. As a native plant grower, this is the kind of image that gets cut.

I have long been a photographer who is inspired by places foreign from my everyday. My travels, odd places I visit, bathrooms. Yet, I write about the everyday. I recently found myself interested in my visual everyday. Ugly corner of the hoop house, plastic tables and crates, mud, disarray. Disarray is the nature of the farm, the nature of family, the nature of life, really.

I dislike artifice. This is interesting to consider, being that I moonlight as a writer and photographer, which is all about artifice. Not that I am trying to trick anyone. I am creating something, repackaging, cutting things out, putting things in, attempting to be convincing and interesting. It’s subjective, all the things I create.

I dislike packaging things so they are acceptable. I have some tension within my business - I have to, to an extent, make things (plants and their presentation and their appearance) acceptable. I strive for zero artifice, but I prune and tend. I make labels with legible, interesting fonts. I clean up the farm before people come over. I make a sleek website.

What you can’t see now is the corner of the hoop house. The up turned wheelbarrow in the middle of the yard. Tarps and mud. Sagging gates and trash picked toys. Stumps and ruts.

It’s interesting to me that I know find this interesting. This place. What it really looks like.