I enjoyed this glimpse into farm life of a family in the mountains out west. It’s nice to see animals at work—guards dogs protecting alpacas against wolves (?)—though this video is just about...
I enjoyed this glimpse into farm life of a family in the mountains out west. It’s nice to see animals at work—guards dogs protecting alpacas against wolves (?)—though this video is just about socializing the little one.
I was struck by the landscape. I’ve never been to Wyoming. It’s so unlike the place I live. The narrator felt rooted in sincerity and simplicity. I was reminded of how distant I am from that way of life.
My world of skyscrapers and traffic has its perks—employment (sometimes) and metropolitan luxuries. But I miss wide-open spaces. I miss the quiet. And I miss working with the earth. (Selfishly, I also miss being able to check out of the world’s problems, which is hard to do in the city.)
We get so caught up in our daily ways of life that we forget diverging experiences. Enclosed social capsules, cut off. I can’t believe how much time I spend on the internet and yet how little of it offers meaningful diversity. It seems like almost everyone I know is an engineer or a consultant or office worker, or maybe a librarian or teacher. But I haven’t had a conversation with a farmer in years.
I sometimes ride my bike up the river and wonder what it would be like to just keep going. Who would I would meet?
I enjoyed this glimpse into farm life of a family in the mountains out west. It’s nice to see animals at work—guards dogs protecting alpacas against wolves (?)—though this video is just about socializing the little one.
I was struck by the landscape. I’ve never been to Wyoming. It’s so unlike the place I live. The narrator felt rooted in sincerity and simplicity. I was reminded of how distant I am from that way of life.
My world of skyscrapers and traffic has its perks—employment (sometimes) and metropolitan luxuries. But I miss wide-open spaces. I miss the quiet. And I miss working with the earth. (Selfishly, I also miss being able to check out of the world’s problems, which is hard to do in the city.)
We get so caught up in our daily ways of life that we forget diverging experiences. Enclosed social capsules, cut off. I can’t believe how much time I spend on the internet and yet how little of it offers meaningful diversity. It seems like almost everyone I know is an engineer or a consultant or office worker, or maybe a librarian or teacher. But I haven’t had a conversation with a farmer in years.
I sometimes ride my bike up the river and wonder what it would be like to just keep going. Who would I would meet?