Winter harvest

corn-in-snow

A cold winter day. The corn reminds me of how the Iroquis planted their corn, with the three sisters, corn, beans and squash. In some areas other Indians would add fish heads to the pile to work as fertilizer for the plants.

12/23/16

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2016

Digging holes

It was a hot day in July.  My father still younger, but old to me, and I were putting in posts.  There was a pond that needed to be fenced in.  My older sisters were somewhere else, as was my older brother.  It was my Dad and I, a post hole digger, gloves, and holes that needed to be dug.   We were putting order to the world, putting in a fence, marking boundaries between this side and that side.  Good hard work and good hot sweat.  If there is a heaven, I plan to help my Dad dig holes and put in fences.   Hard work making order of the world.  I’m sure God needs some holes dug, and I know the man I’ll spend some time digging them with.

Two generations

They say it takes just two generations

Before we are forgot.

All the living, 

All the joys and sorrows

All the loves 

All forgot.

Just a name recorded somewhere.

My great grandparents will soon be gone from memory.

My paternal grandparents live on in a few memories

They to will disappear 

Next my parents

And in another 80 to 100 years

Myself will disappear 

Just a name on some papers

Seeing you

baby-doll

I  see you is an image in my Americana series. There are many things to be found at Estate Sales.  They are always a mixed reality, with someone’s belongings, some treasured, some not, being pawed through by random strangers.  Baby doll, and her families where did you end up?

12/4/16

© Words and picture by Dan DeMarle 2016