A photoscape of hope, even in the darkest times

Garlic tells a story of time, of the transfiguration from bulb to plant. It reminds us to tend to the seeds we’ve planted, to tread the realms of dark and light, and to trust in the things that seem as though they are dying, only to then begin anew.

Garlic was the first plant we truly committed to, year after year. The first plant that sustained us, and it’s often the first plant we see when the seasons shift and the winter slows.

These images tell a tale of garlic - of collecting water from the creek, preparing beds, planting the bulbs, the waiting. It tells a tale of time - a season of stillness while the garlic grows underground before emerging, before the harvest, the curing.

It features the dry stone wall by our camper, our forever background and an ode to what Chris loves. It features our sweet pup, June, finding a forgotten squash and keeping herself busy, buried in something she’s not meant to find.

These vignettes, a story, and perhaps a larger theme for the things we are building here. Slowly and steadily.