Living out in Western Massachusetts and consorting with the general type of people that I do, I know a few different people who have taken up urban farming in the last couple of years. I had the opportunity to photograph guinea fowl in fresh snow last Thanksgiving, which was extraordinary. There are only so many moments in life – seize the fish.
Monday was comprised of tiny baby chickens that were just beginning to grow real feathers on the tips of their wings and violets in my best friend’s backyard. That is urban farming bliss right there. It’s Spring so the water is roaring out of the Holyoke Dam and there are cars driving by constantly and the cries of children from the park add up to make their own music, but somewhere in there it is just me and a baby chicken who is mildly terrified of the patches of violets growing out of the gated in area of the backyard.