It was unseasonal. seventy degrees fahrenheit, to be precise. We spent three days packing the truck and trailer. Berta the big red truck, my ’93 dodge cummins. Lollipop red with all her dings a...
Eternal thanks to Souki , for snapping many of these snaps.
There is a phenomenon afoot. The stubborn crusty idealogues are growing up. Continually endowing ourselves with skills, they begin to accrue. Ever so slowly. They are gaining national renown, foc...
There is a considerable amount of guilt in the act of procrastination. It is unhelpful to all involved, particularly oneself. Particularly, myself. Because I am generally the only one involved. ...
It was sort of like learning to walk again. It had been a lifetime since I walked on top of 3 feet of snow. Which is to say, it’s difficult. Step crunch sink, hand on knee, thrust, step crunk s...
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There are mountains upon hills upon streams upon meadows of potential in this new place. Our Place. All is possible and nothing certain. It contains the universe, the entirety of history and the ...
If I’ve learned one thing in the course of doing a few things in this short life, it’s that it is much easier to not follow through than to follow through. Chaos is simpler than order, it req...
You’re plopped into a field. Pearlescent grass, glazed with dew. Encompassing fog. Bleeding incongruous horizon sweeping 360, 720, 1080 degrees. All of them. Maybe you fell from the sky. Or slo...
I could bore you with all the bullshit. Lord knows there are truckloads. The petty trivial accomplishments we overcome daily monthly yearly. Particularly at this time, the most wonderful time, we...
It is a joke. A metaphor which plays on opposites. See, life has been anything but still since last we spoke. There is new construction, omnipresent timeless questions, holes burning in various k...
Yesterday was our first CSA harvest out yonder at Stitchdown , the sake of the silence around here. Seems as though much of the computer time has been transformed into outside time of getting thi...
is a journal of the work, thoughts and explorations of the folks behind Farmrun Farmrun is an agrarian creative studio based in central Vermont. andrew@farmrun.comPO Box 417 Washougal, WA 98671 Archives Friends & Inspiration Edible City Kevin Kossowan Little City Gardens Farmer Chandler Farmstead Meatsmith Floret School of Transfer of Energy The Greenhorns The Land The Perennial Plate The Room One Afternoon Tiger In A Jar
“The auction itself is pure poetry.” -Lynn Miller, 2013 Film to follow, shortly.
Here is more info, for you and / or your friends, grandmothers, tuba instrucors etc etc etc who live in or around Portland Oregon.
One thing out of the lots of things that I like about growing food are the daily accomplishments. Little snippets of purpose. Every day, every hour there are tasks on which you are making progres...
There is magnificent power in the process of creation. We experience it everyday, in the subtlest of ways. I am a very fortunate human in regards to my privilege of proximity to said process....
Recently wrapped this identity project for Rachel over at ROAR Seattle, a new organization that is establishing a mobile farmers market in Seattle. Cool.
These photos were fortunately unfortunately buried in the extremely organized, expertly tailored Farmrun archives for the better part of a year. It is an honor and pleasure to present you with ...