Homestead – Day 156:06/21/10

I really don’t remember where I was when I made this picture. Somewhere out in the boondocks in Butler or Warren county. I love farms, a lot. I know I hate on the suburbs a lot, but the reason for that stems from the role of the suburbs being poorly defined. Cities are for people to live and work in. Farms are for people to live and work on. Suburbs are for living, but not really working. I don’t know.

Being a native suburbanite and a now sort of a city kid, I’m fully aware that I romanticize rural living. A small part of me thinks that I’d like living somewhere where everyone knows me, but then I remember that at best 20% percent of people are assholes. That means if I know 20 people, 4 of them will be assholes. And I would have to see those four people a lot. When you’re dealing with Cincinnati, then there’s a lot more assholes, but there’s also a lot more cool people you can blend in with.

I also have this notion that farming is hard, but it’s straight forward. You put in the work, you get results. You sell the stuff. You do it again next year. But I’m sure it’s a lot harder than that. Ya know, droughts and insects and coyotes and tornados. I’m sure farming is a bitch, but in my mind it’s honest, hard work. Just let me live in my fantasy world.