Showing posts with label Down on the Farm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Down on the Farm. Show all posts

From the Inside Out . . .


My blog, my photo library . . .

"Be a little careful about your library. Do you foresee what you will do with it? Very little to be sure. But the real question is, What it will do with you? You will come here and get books that will open your eyes, and your ears, and your curiosity, and turn you inside out or outside in.”


Ralph Waldo Emerson

From the Outside In . . .

Since this blog is my photo library and it's the opposite view of From the Inside Out, I thought this was still appropriate.

"Be a little careful about your library. Do you foresee what you will do with it? Very little to be sure. But the real question is, What it will do with you? You will come here and get books that will open your eyes, and your ears, and your curiosity, and turn you inside out or outside in.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Which Came First?

Nick: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start our own chicken farm? That way we'd have all the eggs we could eat.

Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken, then.

Nick: No... no, we'll need an egg. You have the egg first, that's where you get the chicken from.

Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, where are you going to get the egg?

Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg.

Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken.

Nick: Yeah, but you've got to get the chicken first to get the egg, and then you get the egg... to get the chicken out of...

Fetcher: Hang on, let's go over this again.

From the movie Chicken Run

The Barnyard

Life in the barn was very good—night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.


From Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White

Red Hen

Cluck, cluck, red hen,
have you any eggs?

Yes sir, yes sir,
as many as your legs.

One for your breakfast
and one for your lunch;

Come back tomorrow
and I'll have another bunch.

(variant of Baa, Baa, Black Sheep)

Down on the Farm


This is the first of a series depicting the Pleasantville Farm. It's still in it's infancy. In fact, many of the animals are still babies themselves. Here's one now!