PHOTOS BY MARK LYNN FERGUSON.
"Modern torches, my headlights, will cast trees as black bronchioles against an indigo sky."
Man, was I missing out.
As the sun sets, the farm's sprawling hillsides seem to move closer, creating an intimacy that's hard to describe. But I give it a try in the below video.
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I don't know if I should call this little clip a poem or prose, but it started with pictures. Driving around the farm after nightfall, I was struck by the views my headlights created. In their sharp, golden cast, our familiar tobacco barn and hillsides took on an etheral quality.
Weeks later, as I looked at shots from that night, words and phrases began to trickle out. When paired with the images and a lovely tune from River Foxcroft, they formed a visual tribute to the wonder I see on our farm at night.