This version of Bedlam Farm (I’m just calling it Bedlam Farm from now on) is different from the first. It is a real farm, a former dairy farm we think, built around 1840 on a good rise with excellent foundations. Real farms do not, of course, look like postcards from Vermont. Real farms have stinky and collapsing barns, piles of old tractor and car tires, vats of strange chemicals, cans and rusting hulks, engines and the cannibalized parts of trucks, as things on a real farm are always re-used, never thrown away.

I call it farm art.

On our farm, there remains this pile of farm art, old tractor tires and some tractor cab visors. We haven’t quite figured out what to do with it. I am growing fond of it and might just keep it around for awhile. I love farm art and especially love photographing it.