When I lived in the Midwest, my perception of the East Coast was the same as many others. Based on movies, magazines, and personal travels I imagined it to be all skyscrapers and sidewalks. When I moved here, my friends from Omaha asked me about the traffic and how long it takes to get to work and whether or not I missed the wide open spaces.
I get a kick out of explaining that I live in a town that has a main street with a single stop light and the only type of traffic jam that could cause me to be late for work is a flock of geese crossing the road.
One of my more recent discoveries is the Patterson Farm. It is one of the few, if not the only pieces of open space left in the area. It’s the home of the Artist’s of Yardley, the studio of artist Colleen Attara, and the rich land is a source of local produce for the community. There are two houses and sets of farm buildings; one was owned by the Patterson’s and the other by the Doan’s.
Last Friday I was feeling out of sorts, so I grabbed my camera and drove to the property. Today I’d like to take you on a tour.
The driveway winds from Mirror Lake road to the Janney House. This picture isn’t from my most recent set, but I think it’s the best picture I have of the house. I thought it would be neat to include a photo of the house from the first day of my drawing class. The house was built during the time that Andrew Jackson was president and is the home of the Artist’s of Yardley.
I thought the view of these trees and the sun filtered through the leaves was spectacular. I love the shadows and it made me picture Scarlett O’hara standing with soil clenched in her hand and shouting to the sky, “I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again.”
This body of water brought back memories of my grandparents farm outside of Berthold, N.D. The slough at the end of the road was the signal for the dog to start barking and that the road trip was over and there were welcoming hugs just ahead.
I met the gentleman who currently farms the property. He grows fresh produce, and his family sells it at a local farmers market. He often tends to the farm in the evening as a way to wind down and get away from the hectic pace of the day. It made me sad to learn that the open space property is in jeopardy and commercial development may ensue. (more to come on this in a separate post)
I found myself wondering about the relationship between the families. Was there intrigue? Was there friendship? I like to think there may have been some mystery, I might just make some up for good measure.
One hundred and thirty pictures later I couldn’t think of a good reason to feel out of sorts. It’s a beautiful place and a slice of heaven on earth.