Out on the farm the other day I snapped a few pics; while Scott’s out hunchy-walking underneath the chest-high bird netting that now encloses the vineyard checking the grapes’ progress, I’m out with Sam, tooling around.
The moods and colors and textures of the land continually surprise me; every day something new. Looking at these I think about the structure(s — barn, winery, and house) we hope to one day build (gotta sell that wine), and how much there is to draw from for inspiration. The proposed agricultural structure from our Viennese architect friends (see Week 26 of The Little House on The Hilltop Project — scroll down for image) captures the essence of what we look for, the idea suggests an outcropping of the basalt that forms the foundation of the land upon which our hills sit, while at the same time feels as if it undulates under the influence of the sculpted hills that surround it.
As a detail person, I think about the patterns of life that flow through our property, beyond the obvious seasonal changes–the passing overhead of a red-tailed hawk, the agricultural rhythms that pulse through and around it, the flow of the wind, the paths of the resident coyote(s?) and other unseen critters, the bursts of spring and early summer color of the lupine in the uncultivated eyebrows, the spirits of people past and present that this magical land contains–and how these might be represented in the structures. There are so many patterns of life that exist, I imagine the possibilities as endless. Not to mention all these colors, textures, and lines.