O.P.P. Yeah, you know me Pt. 1 (Updated!)
Eva and I took a walk around Shelburne Far
ms today; I hadn't been there since Angela had her dinner party, and even then it was at night and I only got to see her lovely old home. I had even forgotten how to get there!
It was cold and frozen and dry out, and on the way there it started to snow dried up little potato flakes; the sun was muted and dark in the sky and I was watching trees and new houses go by outside the passenger window. So many cookie cutter homes have popped up between downtown and Shelburne; it's amazing - I understand the necessity to have a home; but who in their right mind would want to live in such a souless box. Somewhere between Eva's and shelburne we
passed an old farm house that was abandoned and boarded up; we both agreed that it should be saved; it made me think about the Seamonster Cartographers, and whether or not 
their charter includes invading condemned or publicly off-limits locations... If it does, than count me in; I want to map and photograph abandoned homes.
The first thing I noticed when we pulled onto the estate was a row of barren trees lining the ridge of a hill running perpendicular with the road we were on. They were stately, one and half times the size of any other trees nearby and seemed to represent an "old-guard", keeping a vigil over the past. Indeed they were doing a magnificent job; and when we came around the bend I got my first glimpse of the farm barn, an amazingly well preserved, and! Still functioning animal barn, there's also a cheese making facility, bakery, and pre-school, all which we later took a little snoop around through.
But first we veered off to the right and took a little drive down to the water front and up to the Main House, another stunning brick and mortar ghost for the past; we parked by the water, just down the hill from the house and while Eva did some filming of the giant ice encrusted tree limbs that lined the water front I took in the view, sniffing loudly and squinting my eyes. Across the road was a field that had become a bit of a flood plain recently and had even more recently frozen over,
I took a tenative step down and a deep echoing "KccccccccrrrrraKkkk...." Echoed across the field. This was a challenge I thought!
I very slowly edged myself onto the ice, spider webbing it, but not sending my feet into the 10 inches of water or so that were underneath, about six feet out their was an older portion of the ice that seemed to be frozen much harder; that was my goal... Over my shoulder Eva was marveling at the Ice formations caused by the waves from the lake splashing up onto the fallen tree limbs. A few more feet, and I made it to the safe ice, I let out a frozen "Woop!" in my brain, and did a little victory slide.
Up on the hill, the Shelburne house sat frozen and seemingly abandoned; though I couldn't help feel that everything we were doing was under its watchful eye...
The windows were dark and the icy snowfla
kes that were falling created a sort of veil over everything around us; the only thing I could hear was the sound of my feet on the snowy ice, lake Champlain quietly rolling onto the rocks, and an occasional exclamation from Eva when she would find something new and lovely. Before we got back into the car, Eva asked me what I was thinking about and the best I could answer was that it all felt so mysterious, she smiled and nodded, there was something quite unsettling and yet romantic about it all, the dark cold sun, empty trees, lovely vacant houses and roads, the thin thin ice.
When we got in the warm car she popped a tape out of her player, and popped in another...
"Than we need some music to fit the mood yes?"
I agreed, wondering what she could possibly play to fit the mood; then Morrissey came on the radio crooning "...I said I like it here, can I stay... " And I laughed and smiled.
Eva has posted her first VLOG at Bunnyspice.com, documenting the very same day at Shelburne Farm; it's a lovely peice set to Portishead and amid lovely icey winter moodiness, me... doing Ice Ballet; oh christ...
ms today; I hadn't been there since Angela had her dinner party, and even then it was at night and I only got to see her lovely old home. I had even forgotten how to get there!It was cold and frozen and dry out, and on the way there it started to snow dried up little potato flakes; the sun was muted and dark in the sky and I was watching trees and new houses go by outside the passenger window. So many cookie cutter homes have popped up between downtown and Shelburne; it's amazing - I understand the necessity to have a home; but who in their right mind would want to live in such a souless box. Somewhere between Eva's and shelburne we
passed an old farm house that was abandoned and boarded up; we both agreed that it should be saved; it made me think about the Seamonster Cartographers, and whether or not 
their charter includes invading condemned or publicly off-limits locations... If it does, than count me in; I want to map and photograph abandoned homes.The first thing I noticed when we pulled onto the estate was a row of barren trees lining the ridge of a hill running perpendicular with the road we were on. They were stately, one and half times the size of any other trees nearby and seemed to represent an "old-guard", keeping a vigil over the past. Indeed they were doing a magnificent job; and when we came around the bend I got my first glimpse of the farm barn, an amazingly well preserved, and! Still functioning animal barn, there's also a cheese making facility, bakery, and pre-school, all which we later took a little snoop around through.
But first we veered off to the right and took a little drive down to the water front and up to the Main House, another stunning brick and mortar ghost for the past; we parked by the water, just down the hill from the house and while Eva did some filming of the giant ice encrusted tree limbs that lined the water front I took in the view, sniffing loudly and squinting my eyes. Across the road was a field that had become a bit of a flood plain recently and had even more recently frozen over,
I took a tenative step down and a deep echoing "KccccccccrrrrraKkkk...." Echoed across the field. This was a challenge I thought!I very slowly edged myself onto the ice, spider webbing it, but not sending my feet into the 10 inches of water or so that were underneath, about six feet out their was an older portion of the ice that seemed to be frozen much harder; that was my goal... Over my shoulder Eva was marveling at the Ice formations caused by the waves from the lake splashing up onto the fallen tree limbs. A few more feet, and I made it to the safe ice, I let out a frozen "Woop!" in my brain, and did a little victory slide.
Up on the hill, the Shelburne house sat frozen and seemingly abandoned; though I couldn't help feel that everything we were doing was under its watchful eye...
The windows were dark and the icy snowfla
kes that were falling created a sort of veil over everything around us; the only thing I could hear was the sound of my feet on the snowy ice, lake Champlain quietly rolling onto the rocks, and an occasional exclamation from Eva when she would find something new and lovely. Before we got back into the car, Eva asked me what I was thinking about and the best I could answer was that it all felt so mysterious, she smiled and nodded, there was something quite unsettling and yet romantic about it all, the dark cold sun, empty trees, lovely vacant houses and roads, the thin thin ice.
When we got in the warm car she popped a tape out of her player, and popped in another...
"Than we need some music to fit the mood yes?"
I agreed, wondering what she could possibly play to fit the mood; then Morrissey came on the radio crooning "...I said I like it here, can I stay... " And I laughed and smiled.
Eva has posted her first VLOG at Bunnyspice.com, documenting the very same day at Shelburne Farm; it's a lovely peice set to Portishead and amid lovely icey winter moodiness, me... doing Ice Ballet; oh christ...(click the Meandering Path, to load the video.)
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8 comments:
shelburne farms is an enemy of the people and should be exterminated as a class, much like the Kulaks.
And then Cthulu burst from the ice, formless, yet swollen with a terrible physicality, its onyx tentacles blotting out the frozen winter sky. Eva shrieked as the Long Slumbering One seized Tanner in it's quivering, void-like maw.
Throughout Shelburne Farms, the Ancient Ones began awakening. The sound of dry wood snapping filled the airl like a calvary of rifle shots. Stone edifices crumbled, as if bones being ground to powder. Soon, Shelburne House was but splinters on the icy terrain; a grim charnel ground of human vanity. One by one, the Aimless Ones sauntered sluggishly towards Cthulu's carrion call.
But what of Eva?
lol; very nice fan fiction casey - that's exactly how it felt at the farm; it was a lovecraftian fantasy world; eva said we must have stepped into an alternate reality for a short time.
i was there too yesterday at my first day at my new job. after angela showed me where the free cheese is, i stood outside looking at the frozen fields and thought about how totally lucky i am to have such a nice friend who has gotten me such an interesting job in such a quiet place.
now you've gotta get me my job there; that's how it works right?
:D
tanner...i wish mandy and i could have crossed paths with you and eva. for future reference, our office is past the pre-school, through the door to the right, last door to the left at the end of the hall before the porch. shamefully, i don't get around the farm too much these days. but last winter i was in the shelburne house with the archivist looking at old maps when we definitely shared a supernatural experience together. ghost stories abound at the farm...i'm glad you were at that cocktail party a few years back...
that coctail party was lovely; and very bizarre if i can remember correctly (which i can't...) but i remember dim lighting, summertime, suits and dresses, giant farms looming across fields, crammed porches, ben spinning ELO records, and then these kids showed up with a bunch of Mushrooms and started handing them out to everyone.... did that happen? anyone?
yes, there were mushrooms in the end...sad it had to end that way. oh and a bunch of teenagers hanging out talking about how lame the party was. it WAS a bizarre farm party. i was wearing a fancy dress and no shoes. ben had a cane. you wore a tie?
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