Fruit of our Labor
There are now many things in life that you get instant results. Photography didn’t used to be one of those mediums. With the digital age – instant results are abundant. Depending on how you look at the widespread proliferation of the digital age making everyone a “photographer”, I feel lucky to pick up a camera that I can get instant results. Of course, there is still a lot to be said about film and I certainly respect those using film. Instant is a way of life now. Instant is America. Unfortunately, that is making a large portion of our American culture impatient – always having to need instant answers, instant communication, zero lines at checkout, express services, and an underlying under-appreciation of arts. Who cares how long it takes to paint a painting, sculpt a bowl from clay or wood, or create an image with a camera. Lack of having to work and wait for results is killing America.
I thought of all this in a matter of minutes while picking strawberries today at a family owned little farm not too far from where I live. There were probably 15-20 other people there; picking strawberries with their families, or alone, but enjoying the experience of being there. I thought of the amount of time that farmers put into cultivating their land for a short season. That is an occupation without instant results. Then it struck me, farming is like the arts – the labor is too intense without the instant results that no one wants to do it anymore.
Here is the fruit of our labor: