Three days in leafy Upstate New York - farm-hopping with James and Tracy aka Tribble Mancenido.
Code Magazine assignment: Urban Farmers. I style, they shoot.
American Gothic. That's the title of the drama in my head; visually melding the people with their own farm land. James and Tracy have come with the same idea - and push it further.
Too much fresh air and too much mud. Foolishly I wear white Converse All Stars.
Too much fresh air and too much mud. Foolishly I wear white Converse All Stars. Wisely, James and Tracy wear work boots.
Fortunatley, the farmers wear what they're asked to - RalphLa, Carhartt, Edwin, Adam Kimmel, Stussy, Folk, vintage and so on.
Fortunatley, the farmers wear what they're asked to - RalphLa, Carhartt, Edwin, Adam Kimmel, Stussy, Folk, vintage and so on. Above is Ryan. He's an egg farmer.
No shops, No fast food. No traffic lights. Anywhere. Just tree's and cows. Maybe the word urban was used just to fool me into leaving the city.
No shops, No fast food. No traffic lights. Anywhere. Just tree's and cows. Maybe the word urban was used just to fool me into leaving the city. Panic and homesickness are only dispelled by the initially cautions but eventually warm welcome of farmers and the good company of J&T.
Turns out all the farmers in the story develop their own organic farms using sustainable methods. They supply food to each other, to the neighbouring community and...to the city, which is where me and my beloved Converse belong.
