"I sometimes walk across a field with unexpected expansion and long-missed content, as if there were a field worthy of me. The usual daily boundaries of life are dispersed, and I see in what fields I stand."
- August 23, 1845
Oh my goodness, am I connecting to some element that Thoreau speaks of in my visits to the farm property? "...The usual daily boundaries of life are dispersed..." All I can see is myself passing through the entry, as I call it, by the tree and looking across the field towards the big tree and its surrounding and feeling free and open. Did Thoreau also feel that release of burdens?
These images are from my last visit on January 7. It was a long and wonderful one with just me and Sparkle at home. I selected these three because they relate to my entry into the field, the big tree I first see, and the openness I cross. I tinted them to be similar to the cynatype photos of John Dugdale's. Even though not the same process, they will remind of the favor I have for the collection of words and images in the book.
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