Dispatches from Quarry Farm: The Quadrennial
Steve Webb, the Quarry Farm Caretaker, gets ready for the big night!
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Dispatches from Quarry Farm: The Allium
Quarry Farm Caretaker, Steve Webb, ponders the beautiful allium flower
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: The New Guy
Grey Greg joins a long line of mildly sadistic Quarry Farm felines.
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: Distance Lends Enchantment To The View
Caretaker Steve Webb and his son are the only year-round residents of Quarry Farm. Steve provides us with occasional, not always altogether reliable, updates from the premises. The grey-green Daffodil shoots still break the surface of the cold brown earth. The birds still sing. A dog still begs and plays and snores, waiting for the […]
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: A House of Fiction
Hunkering down in the house on the hill.
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: The Last Cigar of The Next Caretaker
Caretaker Steve Webb reflects on the changing of the guard at Quarry Farm.
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: Sympathetic Funk
Quarry Farm caretaker, Steve Webb, and his feline charge have a nighttime encounter with a skunk.
Dispatches from Quarry Farm: The First Snow
Caretaker Steve Webb and his son are the only year-round residents of Quarry Farm. Steve provides us with occasional, not always altogether reliable, updates from the premises. The first snow of the year brings a crystalline stillness to the world. Quarry Farm pauses in muted silence. The trees, newly naked stick figures fresh from the […]
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: I’m Looking Out The Window Again
Caretaker Steve Webb and his son are the only year-round residents of Quarry Farm. Steve provides us with occasional, not always altogether reliable, updates from the premises. I’m looking out the window again. It’s one of the best windows in the house even though it doesn’t have the view of the Chemung River Valley that […]
Dispatches From Quarry Farm: Autumn Arrives
Caretaker Steve Webb and his son are the only year-round residents of Quarry Farm. Steve provides us with occasional, not always altogether reliable, updates from the premises. The turning of the seasons, the first little taste of Fall, begins at night. Suddenly you can sleep. The humidity, those dog days—and nights—make for a wide open, coverless, […]