We recently worked with Silverman Studios to create a video for the Visit Corvallis website. Here’s the finished result!
Thanks to our guests that day for being good sports and appearing on camera, and thanks to Visit Corvallis for arranging the video!
Last week we played host to the artists of Vistas & Vineyards – Artists on Location, a local group that meets weekly to paint “en plein aire” at sites around the Willamette Valley and nearby areas.
The day did not seem to be ideal – it was gray, rainy, and cold! The artists took up spots around the farm that kept them (mostly) under cover.
After a few hours, they gathered in the barn to have lunch and review all the work that had been done during the morning.
Because they were having lunch… guess who had to be put into an empty stall for a little while?
Yep, Mr. Gillie “I’ll take that sandwich, thanks” Jones. He kept the recent sheared fleeces company for about 20 minutes or so. He’s a GOOD BOY. (He wanted me to tell you that.)
Below are some photographs of the pieces as they were that afternoon. Some were still in progress, some mostly finished. None of them are done justice by my photography!
I don’t have the artists names who created these, but we’re working on getting them, so I’ll update the post as soon as I have more info. I also didn’t manage to catch photos of all the pieces, unfortunately!
Click on the thumbnails to see more detail:
Keep up with Vistas & Vineyards via their Facebook page, or website. Many of them will be showing artwork at a show at LaSells Stewart Center later in the year, and will participate in the Clothesline Sale of Art in Corvallis in August.
We have something very special to share today, and the photographs simply ARE NOT going to do this justice – but we have to try!
Recently, we had a guest staying at the farm cottage who is a very talented spinner and weaver. She took home some of the fleece from our sheep, and made yarn…
And then, because she has a new loom and one can’t stop with just yarn when there’s weaving to do…. she made this!
A branch can be inserted into the loops at the top so this piece can be hung on a wall, and we intend to do just that. We’re going to hang it up in the cottage – along with the sheet showing the locks and sample yarns – so future guests can enjoy this lovely piece of art made with wool from the farm!
Here’s a close-up of that beautiful pattern in the hanging:
This piece is quite thick, and the artist, Priscilla, remarks at how very much yarn the technique uses up. Perhaps if I could be patient enough to wash and spin plenty of this wool, we could make an amazing floor rug. (Of course, I’d need to learn to weave. Oh, Priscilla, will you give lessons?!)
Thanks again to our lovely guests Priscilla, and her daughter Jessica!
Early in June, our friend Dennis Rivera conducted a photo shoot at the farm.
It’s gratifying to see the farm this way… the evening light of late spring, the lush green grass, the patches of wildflowers, a family enjoying each other’s company with no outside distractions.
Dennis and this beautiful family spent about two hours here, just walking all around the property, interacting with the animals a little bit, and having a lot of laughs!
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Photos Copyright Dennis Rivera
It wasn’t that Laura was lost, but that we had a message for her. The dentist was coming to our small community, and the clinic had saved her a spot since she had complained of a tooth ache. The word had gone out. If anyone saw Laura, they were to pass along the message. This Wednesday. Please confirm.
The issue with getting a message to Laura was that she lived in the woods above our farm with her partner and had done so for the past 40 years. Theirs was a lifestyle of the zero carbon footprint, a concept unfamiliar to most of us until it became a rallying cry in this century. They knew where to find the best berries, which mushrooms were okay to eat. They followed trails through the underbrush cut by deer and wildlife. They understood the timing of nature’s abundance and scarcity. But, a sore tooth can drive a person mad and Laura had asked about a dentist.
I had seen Laura and Jack’s campsite several years earlier, perched above the creek at the edge of the re-prod. It took a keen eye to notice anything there in the woods and we probably found the site because the replanted trees were not even head high. This was Tuesday. No one had yet seen Laura. Her familiar haunts at the library and along the road, looking for a ride to town, had yielded nothing. I had offered to look in the woods if all else failed.
The day was clear, actually sunny after days of torrential rains. It seemed a good day to find Laura. I took the lead. Down an overgrown trail through the trees, which two years later were now way above our heads. I couldn’t recognize anything. We stumbled through underbrush, our feet caught by tripping blackberry vines, our clothing catching on the large thorns of the more infamous Himalayan’s. At one point we found a cache of something secured under black plastic. It had all the tell-tale signs of Laura and Jack, right down to the orange baling twine. We must be close to their campsite.
We made it to the edge of the trees, to a site that was level and could have been a camp at some point. But not now. There was nothing to show residence. There were paths down to the creek. Were these deer trails or steps for human access? The underbrush was replaced with moss and ferns so it was easier to look along the banks. Nothing to see except wildness.
Climbing down and crossing the creek for a different view, we came across Laura’s work. A bridge of logs, with railings tied for safety, made access to the county road possible from the forest side. Otherwise one had to take the long way around on a logging road that crossed the only other bridge over the creek for 2 miles. The recent rains had cast up several trees against the frame, but when we inched along the fallen logs, the bridge felt sturdy enough.
We looked back up at the cliff to see if Laura and Jack’s camp might be visible from this direction. For people living in the woods for 40 years,I’m not sure why I thought it would be so simple, or so obvious. We called and whistled and called again. There was only silence in response.
And then we left. A note attached to the bridge might have been a good idea if we had had a pen, but our pockets were empty. We never did find Laura in person and she missed the dentist appointment at the clinic.
But, after a fashion, we did find Laura. We found her trails and her woods. We smelled the deep richness of the moss and ferns in her coastal rain forest. We saw the sun break through in streaks and hit the forest floor, and we saw the creek as it receded from flood stage. We found her bridge. And the question begs in the end, was she ever really lost, except to us?
Photos: the woods above our farm, down near the Honey Grove creek, and Laura’s bridge
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