Little time to blog at this moment, so I'll make it a mini blog, today.
Clint and I were out the door early, yesterday, to go to a farm auction in Sullivan, IL. He was on a mission for tools, while I saw the day as a cool photographic opportunity: Tools, farmers, a small-town neighborhood and country roads to wander.
We meandered through country roads to get there, and while puttering down one, we noted this Amish farmer. My camera, of course, was still in the bag. We meant to slow down, change lenses, and get the a shot of a lifetime, but I ended up just snapping this photo through the windshield.
The photo doesn't do anything to portray the magnificence of the moment. I know these are scenes that happen every day in this particular community, but for me and Clint, it was a surreal moment.
It was as if we had driven through a time portal for about 15 seconds. It was 2009, then 1856, and just as suddenly we were shaking our heads, back into the 21st century again. We were still driving when that photo was taken, and our car ended up parallel to the team as it turned at the fence. 8 powerful horses hooked up this plow, and in the midst of the cloud of soil they kicked up, one man, smiling and waving, like an Amish Zeus.
There are millions of moments in our life, many which we'll laugh at, maybe that we share with friends, and most of which we'll forget 2 weeks from now. This one, I think made an imprint on both of us; it was a "moment" that will be with us forever.
As the photo does it no justice, I find I can't write it as it was either. I just wish I could take you back there, and re-enact it. Let's go.