I love, love, love watching people doing good with their hands – in the kitchen, at the craft table, in the garden, on the farm… When father and son went out to fix the windmill, I asked if there was room for me in the ute – there was (barely), and I made good use of my time snapping away as they worked. The dogs, Ginny & Twinkles (I think I’ll call them G&T for short!), came along for the ride, and kept me company while the men worked.
Twinkles & Ginny are my favourite farm dogs – Kelpies – who go everywhere together. Ginny is the slightly-more-sensible elder, and Twinkles is as silly as a wheel. I love the little game of “getting to know you – again” that we play every time I see them: they start out being all coy and standoffish, and usually end up vying with each other for a pat.
Please click image to view the farmboy up the windmill tower.
It must have been frustrating for these men, trying to wrangle a pump that wouldn’t go, but I do love watching farmers work – there’s something honest and humbling and worthy about people doing things with their hands.
A quick trip round the back of nearby Mount Arapiles took me past these small grain silos. When I walked across the road to get closer (and eliminate the fence from my shot), I noticed the fence post was covered with snails – a fairly common sight in this type of farmland.
For a while, now, I have admired a certain little woolshed near where I live, featured in earlier posts that you can see here and here. Today I got to see it from a new perspective – from inside the paddock in which it sits, as I rode behind the grain truck in the fire unit while I was helping with harvest.
I recently travelled to Melbourne for work. Being a passenger, I amused myself with some drive by shooting. Trawling through all the not-so-amusing resultant photos, I found this one, with a little lamb gazing longingly through the fence.