Jenne Farm - Sherman Cahal
The circa 1813 Jenne Farm has been written about in countless magazines and expressed online in every available medium. So I paid a visit.
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Jenne Farm

The circa 1813 Jenne Farm has been¬†written about in countless magazines and expressed online in every available medium. One¬†of the most photographed farm scenes in New England, its claim to fame came in the 1950’s when students at a local photography school started snapping away scenes of its idyllic red painted barns, rolling hills, and abundant timber stands.

I stood there on a familiar knoll well worn by the feet of countless others who stood there before me. Capturing the exact same photograph. Gawking at the cattle in the distance. Experiencing the wonder of rural life in Vermont. It was not yet past 9 o’clock and we were the only souls outside on a crisp and cool Autumn morning. Dark clouds loomed overhead, augmented only by the brilliant colors of maples, oaks, and hickories all around.

It was not long before caravans of vehicles descended down the gravel road to the overlook. A RV from California with a retired couple. A sport utility vehicle from New York packed with newly minted citizens. It was akin to moths and a lightbulb, all taking in a scene that’s far too removed for most. A simple way of life in this pocket of rural splendor.

Soon, all the busy souls left the hilltop, perhaps driving back to Woodstock or heading onward to their next destination. Serenity crept back in, punctuated by winds from a coming storm. Time may have passed by Jenne Farm and that’s alright.


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