Waikato Farm (Oil on Canvas, 12 x 16″). The source photo is shown below. This is a very typical New Zealand scene – green pastures with the milking shed taking center stage. The mountains in the back are the Hakarimatas – I warmed the color up quite a bit.
A poem by a farmer – I have always loved the idea of my tasks being in their places, asleep, like cattle:
I go among trees I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. What I fear in it leaves it, and the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song. After days of labor, mute in my consternations, I hear my song at last, and I sing it. As we sing, the day turns, the trees move. Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir: Sabbath Poems
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