An important part of leaving Huntingdon meant paying homage to the natural landscape and grassroots personalities that had made our time nestled in that fine locale so distinctive. Where else to celebrate this besides at Hemmabest Farm?
Hemmabest, one of the founding members of the Huntingdon Farmers’ Market, is the spring/summer/fall endeavor of Pam and James who, besides being world class farmers, are collectively parents, educators, poets, and totally rad indiviudals. This summer they’re kind enough to let our dear Roy bunk in their sugar shack (recently painted Bahama Blue!) and the following photos were taken from a night I spent out there.
Taking time away from the boxes that began gathering back on Penn Street, this brief vacation afforded me the luxury of eating delicious snacks while watching lightning bugs touch the trees and breathing in wood smoke with good friends.
There were also cats.
It should be noted that, in addition to the various cat items that decorate the rambling late-1800s-farmhouse-with-bees-in-the-walls, Pam and James actually have a cat! A real one. It was just too wily for my lens. Here is my attempt at capturing it.