The Slow Sunday.

The Farm is enigmatic on Sunday mornings.

The high energy surge of guests that passed through The Silo and across the grounds just hours before, has receded like a river from its banks after a rain storm.

Whether there are 2 guests on the property, or 61, Sunday’s on The Farm are something truly special.

The Silo is usually seeing off the last of its long weekend guests. These sweet people often take an extra biscuit or two for the road, a momentary grasp to keep the farm with them after they’ve left. Sweatshirts are purchased, stickers placed on car windows, and bar tabs left open from a night of roaring conversation and consumption, are closed out.

The Stable Spa (and its marvelous caretaking staff) is finishing out a week filled with the noble work of healing & helping all those who are fortunate enough to pass through its stately front door. Within the stable barn, you can feel how it’s beginning to reset for the next wave of people, who unknowingly help shape the precious space into its ever-changing forms.

And then, there’s me. Farm photographer, phone answerer, emailer & general clean-up crew for the aftermath of memories made across the property. While many people wince at the thought of picking up trash (in some very unlikely and creative places!) or ensuring that everyone has not forgotten their RayBan’s or car keys… I love it. In fact, most of us here love the messy, peopley part of stewarding a property that’s designed to be the backdrop for large life events.

As watchful keepers and bystanders, we get the chance to see The Farm for the first time all over again each time a new group drives through the gates. All of the normal & expected questions about the history, things to do & logistical minutiae, wane quickly after guests settle in to the property for a little while.

That pocket of peace, the calm that seems to envelop everyone who steps foot on The Farm, is ever present on Sunday.

While many people vacation with the goal of “programming activities” and “making memories” The Farm gently reminds each of us that life will always happen in the smallest, quietest corners of our day-to-day lives. It’s easy to stay busy. It’s easy to watch Football, listen to podcasts, cook meals, talk on the phone with our loved ones, & expend energy on taking care of others… but it’s MUCH harder to give in to the quiet of our hearts & minds.

There will always be something to do. Something that needs doing. Something that should’ve already been done.

Sunday, though… Sunday at The Farm is for claiming the “nothing” times that force space for inevitable, wild creativity.

All of that to say, here are some photos that I shot during my Sunday rounds today at The Farm. Little moments. Moments that seem like nothing at all, but are most likely everything at once.