The Amish are odd because of their habits – no buttons or zippers on their clothes. And they do not use electricity or machine power. The hay baler is not powered, I guess. We all live amonst one another in peace. No pictures please. You know me. There’s never been a rule I didn’t try to break. Sorry. The rule in “Street photography” is that in “public” you are fair game for photography. It doesn’t mean I will photograph if you are in an embarrassing position. But otherwise…. that weaving device was one of the few I did not buy. What is it? Dunno. It would’ve been a good conversation starter.
Weaving. Colleen wove this in a week. It was a sampler demonstrating double weave. ??? I think. Who knows? I was on my own to explore Amish country. Quaint. It is a clash of modern vs old. Horse and buggy, bicycle without pedals, modern hay baler pulled by horse, clothing without buttons, it’s just so dyssynchronous.
There are many who gawk. (Guilty, me.) The folks are oblivious. They tolerate. There’s no choice. They are out in the public. Or, that would make me rude. Sorry. A camera and me? There’s no way i pass up a photo op. I just do my best to be discrete.
In order to give Lisa a little break, I periodically took the kids on field trips. This time it was Pennsylvania and the Amish. They had towns with names like – Bird in Hand and Intercourse. Go figure. Eating was family style buffets. I remember one dinner and the kids were on a strawberry kick. I brought a plate of strawberries from the salad bar. About seven or eight plates later, they didn’t ask me to get up any more. I kept under estimating the strawberries they could eat. I recall this was small amusement park. You gotta wonder what the kids were thinking as they played around with these ceramic totems. Milking a pottery cow?