This is what it looks like when we go to Vermont. Kristi looks like she’ll collapse from happiness.
In this photo, she’s standing where our friend Howard’s yard meets the neighbor’s yard. We happen to know that in the neighbor’s yard is a cheese cave where wheels of Vermont Shepherd are aged. And across the street, Vermont Shepherd’s flock graze in the twilight.
I was ten when my family moved to Vermont from Long Island. I think that was young enough for it to mean I have no other home. Life was always just, you know, life. We did not grow up with money or privilege, but secret waterfalls and misty blue afternoons like this one were very much normal. Now when I go back, I’m like a tourist, unable to believe that such beauty still exists unspoiled and that people just live in this Eden in such a daily way. My day to day life now involves hot exhaust from MBTA buses and hipsters, trying so hard.
I know that Vermont has done a hell of job marketing itself to the rest of New England and the world as an exceptional place where exceptional artisan food is made. But this flock of sheep, guarded by a working sheep dog, are not at all an unusual site. These photos are not taken wildly out of context. The marketing is no shill.
beautiful photos. makes me miss my former non-city dwelling.
That’s a beautiful post. I am going to Vermont in a few weeks. I have friends in the Burlington area. Mostly, I like to meander around the state checking out small towns. I love it.
Just what I needed to see this afternoon. Thank you for the lovely images! I too have daydreams involving Vermont while living day-to-day in Boston. It’s such a storybook state. I just adore it.
thanks everyone for the nice words! i like how the country-lovers out there raised their voices.