Field Plots
When I was growing up, there was a field beyond my bedroom window that I would stare out at all of the time. I would watch swooping birds come and go as well as late day shadows pass over. Summer storms would roll in threatening late-season crops and our sheep grazing in the distance.
The field was idyllic in many ways, layered in its open complexity. A field holds a lot of information, as it is an archive of a season, many seasons, and many cycles.
I think of this when I pass a particular field while driving or visit a new community. What stories are buried underneath, what then surfaces with tilling, and how all of this is held secure by historic tree lines or stone wall borders?
These are the things I think about as summer continues to unfold. Plots that interlace.