Monthly Archives: May 2012

My Heart-pounding Adventure

I’ve been loving photography lately. I’ve been loving adventure too. The two work so well together. Like last week when we went off the beaten path during a camping trip and discovered this old abandoned farm house that was so mysterious and so alluring – I just had to go in and take photos.

My husband and kids waited safely in the car while I ran with my little heart pounding towards the forsaken dwelling. I chuckled to myself at my silly misdemeanor as I crawled through the open window and my foot landed on a broken piece of glass and it cracked under my weight. Don’t get injured, I said to myself – the husband will never let you do this again!

The house was well lit from all the open windows – I was momentarily disgusted by all the bird poop that littered the floor – then disgust was quickly displaced by anxiety, seeing all the many hornets nests nestled on the walls. A quick look over and I regained my composure when I saw that they were currently uninhabited.

The wind was blowing through the house from all the broken windows and open doors, creating an eery feeling while the curtains blew outward, giving the illusion of life. The textures were deep, the colors muted, from the years of vacancy and neglect. I began to snap photos.

I moved carefully through the rooms, taking it all in. If these walls could talk…I wondered what type of people inhabited these walls and the stories they would tell. Despite the decades of decomposure, it was obvious that it was a beautiful home in it’s prime.

One of the more dangerous looking rooms was the bathroom, so I kept my distance while taking photos. Then I heard a startling rustle and my heart about leaped out of my throat – and I saw a large creature scurry across the floor and disappear in a dark hole. My hand flew to my heart in some instinctive attempt to calm the beats. I was relieved it was an animal, not a human that was fixing to shoot me for trespassing on their private property.

I rushed through the house, trying to be fast since my escape car was waiting for me with my family inside. I heard my name being called. I took one last shot and exited where I came in. This time avoiding the glass.

I broke in to a run and at the same time noticed the sound of  a herd of hooves coming my direction. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, the farms only occupants, a couple dozen head of cattle began running towards me. My pace quickened across the field of grass, dodging cow patties as I went. I scaled the metal gate and flipped my body around to see how close they had come. They had stopped in a full afront and were now quietly staring me down as if to bid me a somber farewell and let me know that I would not be welcome again. And of course, I took a photo.

I think this stay-at-home mother of two needs to get out more.

 

Farming Artist: Samantha Lamb

I met an artist when I was working at Anthropologie a few months back, her name is Samantha Lamb. Born and raised here in Oklahoma, she now lives and works on a farm in the town of Hobart, a couple hours away from the city. Her everyday life is fascinating, her photography work is dreamy and magical, and this lady is by far probably the most interesting person I know.

(Above photos by Samantha Lamb)

She generously shared her day with us this last Monday and showed us around her farm, affectionately named Early Bird Acres. I wanted to share a little bit of our day with you here, and maybe you will be inspired to see agrarian beauty in a whole new light.

The closer we got to Sam’s place, the more the views looked like this. Nothing but wheat fields for miles and miles. I stopped on the side of the road and took photo after photo and marveled at the quietness – you could only hear birds chirping – and of course my two boys loudly declaring that they, too wanted to get out of the car. :)

It was really beautiful in the simplest way. Oklahoma may not have really epic views or wonders of nature compared to other states, but you can still appreciate the natural rolling plains and flat fields. Yes, God sometimes is a minimalist.

Sam’s adorable farmhouse in seafoam blue where she’s made her home for the last three years. My boys seemed quite at home here. Perhaps they have a future in agriculture.

My friend Mandy came with her 4 kiddos, and we had such a good time picking radishes from Sam’s garden. We came right before harvest, and I’m so glad we didn’t miss the majestic stalks of golden wheat rising from the earth.

Sam raises lots of different animals on her farm – sheep, chickens, cows, ducks, and even a rooster named Charles. She names all her animals, and speaks loving words every morning as she tends to them.

There is an adorable guest cottage on the property, full of antique furniture, old books, the quaintest bed and even a vintage organ.

After picnicking beneath her pecan tree, we headed out to the cow pasture where Sam rode her 4-wheeled steed to lure Ohio the cow in for a visit. Her beloved dogs Harold and Rosie joined in for the fun.

We were eager to meet this famous cow that is expecting a calf very soon.

Lots of running and exploring.

My oldest boy riding “Smoothie” the vintage tractor. As much as he loved the animals, the tractor was his favorite thing on the farm. I think he looks the part!

All in all, it was such a wonderful trip. Sam was the most gracious and sweet hostess. To learn more about this talented lady, you can read this incredible interview from 20 Something Magazine. Thank you Sam for the great day and the wonderful memories!

 

Guest Post: DIY Earrings from Paint

I’m excited to share with you all my guest post for Martha Stewart crafts blog today! It’s one of the simplest DIY’s – making your own smattering of earrings in different colors, all from puff paint.

If you are intimidated about molding clay into those perfect dome shapes, this is the project for you. The paint does all the work for you without molds or hand shaping.

For the full how-to, go to the Martha Stewart Crafts blog. Thanks Laura for having me!