Glen Ella, below, New Year's Eve.
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Still in use, their barn, more than a century later, its current garden design pulls deep admiration.
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Simplicity.
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Mostly, these barns are rotting/caving-in/gone across USA.
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Go off the grid? These barns are original off the grid support.
Field gathered stones, below, still functioning.
Perhaps my favorite view of the barn, below. Simplicity of garden design, and views into the guts of its architecture. What is the narrative? Was it added on to? More than once?
Barn still in use, above, totally garden designed. Yet, to most, it will seem derelict, dangerous, and they will think, "Why don't they do something, or tear it down?" Without realizing the brain power creating this current narrative with form/function. More than brain power, a relationship with Providence.
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Would you be this bold, above, as a garden designer?
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Simplicity is a hard/impossible task.
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Simplicity requires the ego to mask itself.
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No worries about that, once you realize your ego can shine via the simplicity.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Arrived with friends, for dinner, at Glen Ella near dusk, the later seating was booked. Cold, little light, and everyone walked toward the entry, and warmth. Not me. I forgot they existed. My behavior, whence a good garden appears, targeted on the hunt. The garden, camera, me, a trinity & zone flying beyond time, social acceptance, whatever. Poor unfortunate souls needing drugs to arrive in this zone.
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Have met 1 other soul with this trinity to Nirvana, in Italy, a Delta pilot. He/I were constantly in each other's way and beyond irritated, beyond the moon irritated. A few days of this hell we knew some sort of 'arrangement' had to be discovered, some sort of 'friendship'. Finally, we spoke. Of course he had to let me know he was a Captain, and a bit about his lovely large home etc. Woo-woo, let him know a friend's dad had been a Flying Tiger, and original pilot hire by Delta, and he lived around the corner from me growing up. Told you we didn't like each other up front. And by the way, someone had to train the astronauts how to fly their rockets, uh, that would be my dad in the simulator with them, former Air Force test pilot. Isn't it rare the events bringing out our best 7 year old selves, in a snit? Oh that archaic lizard brain. You know exactly what happened next. Talked our way to what is best for both of us, have been true friends since. He's a wonderful pilot, and person, the best. Adore his wife, she's a junker for antiques too.
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Grew up knowing the neighbor was a Flying Tiger. Thought it was euphemism. During college saw a movie with John Wayne, Flying Tigers. Consistently, when I'm wrong, it's never a little.
