My extended family used to do loads of canning this time of year. It’s the way they kept and ate the food they had grown on their land throughout the colder months. I remember my grandmother's pantry full of these jars. It's a mostly lost tradition today as we've grown dependent on others to grow our food. Today, most of us have no idea where our food comes from, or whose work we're enjoying the fruits of. Sometimes I wonder if the cost of progress is just too much…
But the reflections in this jar are simply too beautiful to pass up, so I had to put it on paper.
My extended family used to do loads of canning this time of year. It’s the way they kept and ate the food they had grown on their land throughout the colder months. I remember my grandmother's pantry full of these jars. It's a mostly lost tradition today as we've grown dependent on others to grow our food. Today, most of us have no idea where our food comes from, or whose work we're enjoying the fruits of. Sometimes I wonder if the cost of progress is just too much…
But the reflections in this jar are simply too beautiful to pass up, so I had to put it on paper.