This is a unique edition to our 52 weeks project. All these photos were taken in the forest of my grandma’s 88 acre farm near the coast in northwest Oregon where I grew. My parents moved my brother and I around for a while when we were kids after they decided to leave the extremely small, logging town in the far west hills of Portland. They weren’t happy there. My dad had to travel hours for work and I assume my mom felt a little trapped in such a small, podunk community with two small children to look after. When we were moving around the only constant was my grandma and grandpa’s farm. It’s not your average farm that is mainly fields and flat land. No, it’s a farm way up on top of a mountain, amidst the rolling hills in the middle of about 80 acres of tall standing timber as far as the eye can see. Before I was a teen I would run in those woods with my brother and my cousins and go on adventures. I feel like I truly appreciated the importance of those woods as a child. In the middle of those 88 acres are an 8 acre parcel where a two story farm house, garage, and an old red barn reside. Those are the places of family reunions, Christmases, barbecues and other family gatherings throughout the years. At one point in time this place was a thriving farm with cows, pigs, chickens, and even horses where the fields were harvest for hay to feed them. But after my grandpa’s passing a decade or more ago, the idyllic farm essence of it just kind of faded away. It was apparent that something was missing.
After my grandpas passing, my parents took it upon themselves to sell their house in a nearby town and relocated to the farm to help take care of my grandma in her golden years. I was about fifteen years old when this happened and I absolutely hated that we had to move there. The last place that I wanted to live was even farther from civilization, my school and my friends. I didn’t understand the sacrifice my parents were making to do this and resigned myself to being unhappy, angry, resentful, depressed and full of spite. I felt that way until I finally had the opportunity to move to the city on my own when I was nineteen and swore I’d never move back. Only now do I see where my fault was in this. My parents are kind, loving, generous, wonderful people and I wish I would have had the understanding then to see what they were doing may have been hard but they made that choice because they loved their parents and they would do anything for them. I like to think now I would do the same for them if their came a time where they needed me to be around in that way.
Now when I visit the farm, I take joy in the opportunity to be amongst my family and all of the beauty in the forest surrounding the area. Taking walks in the forest with Jade has been something I can’t remember enjoying more in my life, even as a child. I am thankful for this place and the meaning of it. I will be very sad when it is divided up and sold to lumber companies when my grandma passes.
I’m glad I have the opportunity to share these photos with everyone. To some they might just resemble some people hanging out in the woods, but to me it’s a trip into my past that will last in my memory a lifetime.
And now, to lighten the mood, a few links we are endlessly enraptured with this week…
Wouldn’t mind having this incredible costume (fashionable nerd alert).
Dreaming of visiting all the amazing places in London, like Petersham Nurseries.
Can’t wait to take more instagrams of beautiful apartment buildings in our neighborhood.
Wouldn’t mind spending more time in the woods where I grew up .