I woke to the sound of pouring rain pounding the pond behind the farmhouse. My vision of capturing the goats grazing on grass wet with dew, a misty blue fog in the morning air, the sun rising from behind the Vermont hills was, welllll, shot dead. With my lens poking through a hole in the plastic bag rubber banded around my camera, I met Margot in the field where the goats were anxiously awaiting her arrival for morning milking. As I started shooting and thinking more about the farm, I began to see the rain as the perfect tool to help illustrate the passion and commitment that goes into the Consider Bardwell cheeses. The animals have to be milked and fed and cared for every single day, no matter what the weather is, or the holiday or anything else going on in life.
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| Margot and the ladie |
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| Margot collecting the milking pumps |
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| Cow milk from Margot's parent's farm next door is brought over on a pick-up truck every morning after milking |
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| Cheese! |
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| Cheese is put into brine |
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| Inside one of the five cheese caves that the farm has built |
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| Alex leads the goats back out to pasture after milking |
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| Margot and Alex, farm managers and husbandry experts with their ladies |
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| Hi goat! I guess she thought my shirt might taste good |
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| The cheesemakers |
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| Kids in the barn |
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| Poul manages the cheese distribution in the city |
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| Margot's hens in their nesting boxes |
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| The mobile chicken coop |
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| Looking for the pigs in their field |
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| The hereford breed pigs were about to have piglets any day... |
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| Margot's dad sells raw milk at his farm next door, The Wayward Goose |
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| Sweet, friendly, happy cows makes for sweet, creamy, yummy cheese and milk |
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| Generations of Brooks family farmers |
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| Eggs for sale in the farm store |
