New Year's is my favorite holiday.

Even though I will likely ring in the new year on my couch binge watching Lady Dynamite, it's not the parties that get me excited. Actually, I have had very few fun NYE's and typically find them kind of disappointing. Don't get me wrong, I like a little drunken debauchery as much as the next guy, but there's something about starting a new year hung-over that's actually kind of depressing.

What I like is the time of reflection paired with the renewed sense that I can do better, be better. 

I believe in self-improvement. I believe in goals. I believe in creating the life that you want. And a new year is a great excuse to think about what I have done and what I plan to do. 

A because I love reading other people's list (a frequently steal from them to add to my own), I'll include mine, which is a little all over the place:

  1. Shoot a roll of film every month
  2. Attend a networking event every month.
  3. Redefine the idea of "networking" so it doesn't make me cringe.
  4. Complete another Whole30 
  5. Gossip less.
  6. Read more.
  7. Move my body more (dance, yoga, maybe running)
  8. Only buy used or ethically produced clothing.
  9. Do a better job teaching my kids about science.
  10. Make-out with Tom more.

Bonus Resolution: Create another set of resolutions at the beginning of each season because, why not?

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doing the work

For years, I thought I wanted a farm. I would look at listings. Occasionally visit properties. I'd fantasize about chickens and fields of greens, a bee hive humming somewhere in the distance.

I think small, sustainable agriculture is important. I believe that paying the people who grow your wood a living wage is moral duty.  I wanted to be a part of that.

It was a pleasant idea to spend long afternoons with, but eventually I realized that I am not meant to farm. I hate yard work and we like to leave home for weeks and weekends. 

I also realized that I can still be a part of the ideas that mean so much to me by supporting farms and farmers who are gentle with the earth, who grow food honestly.

My friends Becky and Mark do that. They make a lot of sacrifices so that they can do this work. They struggle through seasons that are too wet or too dry. Through pests  and slow markets. They work long days in all weather without huge financial returns. 

I'm proud to call them my friends.

Redtree Farmstead 

This is a video I made last year: At Redtree Farmstead

And another video from a couple of years ago when they were on a different piece of land: Alamae Turns One

summer film

Experiments in film.

From warm days that felt so long it was hard to imagine they would ever give way to the cold, gray days that have been keeping us indoors this past week.

But I am a four season human, even if I play favorites. 

I know I need this time to come inside, to ache for green backdrops and sun soaked afternoons.

I know the value in missing something. The way it makes you love it all the more when it returns. 

The shortest days. The coldest. They are yet to come. But they have lessons to teach me.

For now, I'll feel the warm of days past, enveloped in the nostalgia of my favorite medium. 

seeking absurdity...together

They hiked into the woods with their friends following behind, looking for the spot they knew had to be there somewhere. And when they found it, they read each other Camus and talked about cubed ham.

She wore metallic Birkenstocks and golden beetle earrings and he carried their son.

Afterwards everyone went back to their house for tacos and hand pies. Music played quietly in the background as conversation took centerstage. 

They took only what they wanted from tradition. Abandoned the rest to make room for their truth.