Primary panes

We attended another sheep-to-shawl meeting over the weekend. The plan was to spin enough weft to weave a scarf as a trial for the state championship scheduled for January. I always bring along my camera to keep busy while Joanna practices with the team, so I was off to explore. Wayne’s family was well into the bean harvest with 70 acres taken in on Saturday, leaving 20 more to bring in when the meeting was done. The corn would follow. I walked about and eyed the photographic potential of the combine, tractors, wagons, elevators, and grain bins. Nothing caught my fancy. I walked among the sheep, chickens, and bales of haylage. I walked the corn fields and what remained of the beans. Then I noticed that one of the barn windows was missing and the one immediately adjacent looked different somehow. I walked over and discovered an entire frame of colorful panes – how wonderful. I wanted to shoot inside-side-out, so I lifted the latch to one of the small doors, ducked, and stepped inside. The wind was howling but the air was still enough with the door closed. Cobwebs told of the tumult just outside. A space about 20 foot square had been walled off with chicken wire clear to the ceiling. I recall that Wayne housed meat birds here at a time when he was having particular difficulties with varmints. The space was now being used to store poultry equipment, bee hive bodies and supers, a variety of waterers, a few fleeces, and a bit of straw. I walked carefully. When I turned toward the door my eyes were greeted by a most beautiful display of color. I worked hard to steady myself as I stood atop a bale, the strings of which weren’t all that tight. The flakes separated under my weight. Standing on two bales worked better. I could see the farmhouse and summer kitchen through the panes and worked to nestle them, frame them, within the established geometry of the window. Although I didn’t look as closely as I might, I noticed that the panes had texture like that of drawn antique glass. The colors had the same effect, to my eye, as the sepia tones of very old photos. When combined with the texture, I saw age through the panes. It was as if I was looking at the homestead through the lens of time. Having taken what I thought was the shot I got down off my perch and made my way back out into the wind and sunshine, glad for having had a little glimpse at the past.


20 thoughts on “Primary panes

    • Sounds like a plan. The marauding presence of Foxes has been made plainly and audibly clear to us over the last several months. Because of this, we have not wanted the layers roosting over the round bales at night. So, every evening, when we doing the ‘last rounds’ we have had to encourage between 8-12 roosting hens off those 2x4s. They are all asleep, of course, and it pains Joanna to watch the girls as they plummet to the ground, flapping, squawking and careening. Once on the ground she herds them all toward the light of the open door of the layer house … talking, chicken-speak, to them all the way. And, in they go, one after the other … seriously displeased with what has transpired. You’d think that they would learn to simply go in the hen house at dusk … but they haven’t. Silly birds. D

  1. Stunning – a true piece of art. If you hadn’t told the story of your discovery I think I would have believed that was computer-generated.

    • Computer-generated! Never. This one didn’t even require much processing at all … just a bit of exposure reduction and that was all. I’m very glad you like it. D

  2. It’s good of you to have noticed the colors from the outside and then to have gone inside to let the light do its intensifying trick coming in. I like the title “Primary Panes.”

  3. And the big question is, “how did coloured panes find themselves there in that spot?” Perhaps they happened to be in the right place when a repair was needed or maybe there’s another story. Amazing, isn’t it just how much there is to see whenever we take the time to just look around. How long has a camera been your travelling companion, I wonder? Can you credit its presence to your general sense of awareness or did it follow from it? Perhaps, of course, there’s a feedback cycle between the two.

    • Apparently there’s an artist in the family whose medium is stained glass. More than that, I do not know. As for an answer to your second question, I was really ‘big’ into photography during grade school and all the way through high school and college. Graduate school and the life or a college professor limited the amount of time I had for things like photography. Having a family and then running a farm reduced leisure time even further! It’s only in the last two or three years that I have once again had enough time to allow myself to be bitten by the ‘bug’ once more. And, I couldn’t be happier. I’ve never had time for a hobby and it’s been nice to be able to write and to take photos … and to combine the two here. Jenny P. commented, in her recent post, on what she thinks those of us who blog get ‘out of it,’ and I think she was correct. It provides a venue, a platform, complete with like-minded folks who can reflect, comment, and contribute. And, I have come to appreciate all of that … very much indeed. D

  4. This is very cool, David. You did a nice job of steadying yourself and the colors look great. At first glance, each looks different as if a stained glass sampler. After a few moments the entire scene comes together.

    • Joanna observed that it looked like one of those little plastic puzzles we all had as kids. You know, the kind that was was a 4 X 4 tray, filled with 15 little sliding squares and one open space? You mixed up all the tiles by sliding them around and around and then tried to put them all back in numerical order by sliding them around thoughtfully for a minute or two or three … and especially on long car rides with the family on the weekend! D

    • Thanks Lynn. I thought this image would have generate lots more interest. I’m glad, at least, that you found it to your liking. I hope all is well and that you are finding time to relax and enjoy the season. D

      PS: I continue to experience symptoms of PTSD as a result of finding out that that pitcher was an antique and belonged to your great grandmother. If I had known that as I was packaging it up for shipment I would have been much, much, more careful. I’m so glad it arrived in one piece.

  5. !! You just happened to be at the right place at the right time! Who would have thought to frame the vista through the colored panes! If it had been a cloudy day, the end result would not have been nearly as spectacular! Perhaps it was a bit of Wayne’s essence. Pretty amazing stuff here.

    • Glad you liked this one. I was pretty sure it was going to be a keeper as soon as I saw the view through the finder. I’ve also got some images of the bean harvest which I’ll post in a day or so. Welcome home. D

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