the old backyard.
can you see the raised beds i built myself? i spent two weeks hauling compost with a wheelbarrow from the road out front, past the house and up the hill to fill 9 beds. there's a giant japanese anemone in the center of the garden.
it's not an idyllic space. i don't romanticize it. the picket fence is rotting and falling down, the chickens wreaked havoc on the grass, some years there were more weeds in the beds than vegetables.
ethan visited yesterday and i snapped pictures of his sketchbook. i love this drawing of his. i tried editing down these photographs but i could not. the repetition of images makes me feel like i am in the space. like a flip book or a moving picture.
i identify with ethan's mark-making and the way he sees things and translates them onto paper. i share his wish to understand life through art.
here's a picture of ethan's tattoo of that giant maple.
and the yard at sunrise.