Jenne Farm Peak Foliage

I don’t think I would have cared much for Jenne Farm if I simply came across it in my travels. I remember being unimpressed when I first saw it. The place was explained to me as somewhere that everyone goes for fall foliage, so I did want to see it, but I was already fixated on Sleepy Hollow Farm as having the ultimate in photographic potential. Here’s the thing, I didn’t really get it until this year. It was my 3rd visit, and I have to say this time I was moved. There wasn’t a crazy sky, or a rainbow, or any other extraordinary conditions. There was just a typical autumn day, with clouds moving in and out, passing shadows over the green hills that were lined with yellow and orange trees. The old red barns look like they are in their final days and you really do get the feeling that you are looking at a place that might not survive renewal with its sense of place intact. This is aging and you know it’s happening all around, but here it is very palpable. You don’t know what will take its place, but it probably won’t be as interesting or beautiful or stir the imagination like this does. There is sadness there, but mostly just acceptance, and gratitude. Other signs of man’s labor and industry will find its expression in wondrous ways as this place fades. Nice to finally know you, Jenne.

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Copyright: Benjamin Williamson
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I don’t think I would have cared much for Jenne Farm if I simply came across it in my travels. I remember being unimpressed when I first saw it. The place was explained to me as somewhere that everyone goes for fall foliage, so I did want to see it, but I was already fixated on Sleepy Hollow Farm as having the ultimate in photographic potential. Here’s the thing, I didn’t really get it until this year. It was my 3rd visit, and I have to say this time I was moved. There wasn’t a crazy sky, or a rainbow, or any other extraordinary conditions. There was just a typical autumn day, with clouds moving in and out, passing shadows over the green hills that were lined with yellow and orange trees. The old red barns look like they are in their final days and you really do get the feeling that you are looking at a place that might not survive renewal with its sense of place intact. This is aging and you know it’s happening all around, but here it is very palpable. You don’t know what will take its place, but it probably won’t be as interesting or beautiful or stir the imagination like this does. There is sadness there, but mostly just acceptance, and gratitude. Other signs of man’s labor and industry will find its expression in wondrous ways as this place fades. Nice to finally know you, Jenne.