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The Days of Burnsville…

Once upon a time, my friend named Andrew said to me, “Come up to the mountains!  You will love it here and never want to go back home again… you will need to bring all your possessions and all your family and just come up here and stay like me because I fell in love with it and there ain’t no goin’ back for me!”
I didn’t believe him.  I’d fallen in love with many a place with a small desire to stay, but nowhere ever felt like home in the sense that I would almost prefer it to my hometown of Raleigh, NC.
Still, I made plans to give the mountains a chance.  I arranged a work-trade at a fish farm in Burnsville, NC.  I also was able to convince my very good friend Joanna to come along (didn’t take much pulling and tugging).  We arrived to possibly the most beautiful place imaginable, owned by some of the best people imaginable.  Here is our tent:

Here is a boat.  I took it out for a test drive on one of the ponds with their neighbor Linda once.  It was a beautiful afternoon:

There were muscovy ducklings upon our arrival!  (Their coloring and the lighting made this picture hard to get, but I tried):

Then there was Creasy, the resident lovesick goose.  He followed me everywhere, honking all the way.  I am now incredibly interested in goose behavior.

We collected many rocks from the creek for various decorating and masonry projects around the farm: one day I found the teeniest salamander:

One day while cutting down locust trees, Tommy found this grey tree frog.

Oh, and last but not least, I met a boy named Russell who comes to the door of my tent to serenade me with blues music.  Do take notice of the indignant goose in the background.

Suffice to say, Andrew was right: I am very much in love with the mountains.  I don’t want to leave, even as I really want to get back home to friends and family.  My next goals are going to focus on ways to spend, ultimately, half my time at home in Raleigh and half my time up here in the Asheville/Burnsville area.

Stay tuned!

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Posted by on June 14, 2012 in Animals, Farms and Farming, Photography


My Secret Happiness Formula

1. Read good books
2. Eat good food
3. Listen to good music
4. Love the beautiful people and land, and the God who created them.
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Posted by on January 7, 2012 in Happiness, Photography


End o’ the Year…

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Posted by on January 5, 2012 in Photography, Seasons


On the Road

I arrived here in beautiful Durango a week ago today in a rather roundabout way: flew into Albuquerque, took a 13-hour Greyhound to Grand Junction, CO, and was then picked up by Dev (another staffer) to drive down to Durango.

Somehow I not only managed to survive with minimal sleep deprivation, but I also took some pictures of the southwest Colorado landscape during the final leg of my trip.

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Posted by on November 4, 2011 in Photography, Seasons, Travel


Beach Trip

We arrived at the beach to see many beautiful…. beached tires.

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Posted by on September 9, 2011 in Photography, Travel


Beet: it’s what’s for dinner!

2-week-long appetite loss = gone.

-Ginger-curry greens (turnip, green wave mustard, beet) with onion and white eggplant (garnished with dill)
– Fried goat cheese
-Boiled beets
-Some walnuts and raspberries to boot

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Posted by on September 7, 2011 in Food, Photography


Down in New Orleans

Luke, Elicia, and I went down to New Orleans to stay with former WWOOFer Daniel for a few days.  First, we sat by the Mississippi, drinking beer and watching this Great Dane run back and forth along the shore with its owner.
Later, we were back at Daniel’s house, drinking wine and discussing farming, philosophy, and finally, journaling.  Daniel remembered waking up one morning after some night of crazed incoherence and finding this written in his (wet) journal. 
We had a beautiful night out on the town, listening to jazz, bluegrass, blues, big band jazz, zydeco, and everything in between.  We ended the night playing tag in one of the city parks with some random crust punk named David – base was a frozen strawberry Daquiri.  I fell head-over-heels for New Orleans that night, and there are many more adventures to come…
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Posted by on March 6, 2011 in Music, Photography, Travel

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