Continental is drilling a well on my Parent's property. I'm going to photograph it. I have heard of photographers being harassed for photography of industrial sites, but you must remember that Photograpy is Not a Crime. And since this is in "my" pasture and on the land that has been in my family for over 100 years, I feel obligated to document this experience.
The equipment was on the property by Thursday and I went out to check it out with my Dogs. Today (Friday) they started digging.
They have five acres on which to work. With a property of 120 acres we still have plenty of room to farm or run or ride the four wheelers. Our family owns 360 acres in this area, it's very nice how the land has been kept in the family, it gives a sense of heritage and connections with our cousins and kin folk. We also have my Paternal Grandparents place along with land of my Dad's Grandparents and our cousins maintain our Great-Grandparents homestead along with a house. Land, is important. In heritage, history and your family story.
I'm comfortable around equipment, and industry. I spent the first five years of my life growing up in the office of a trailer manufacturing plant that my parents owned. I'm sure that affected me along with farm life and my Dad's antique tractor dealings.
Earth movers and boy did they move earth in day one. The well which I photographed down the road today will be taken down and moved to this location. Our neighbor told my Dad that it costs these companies 24,000 dollars a day get get a well. I wonder how much of that is insurance costs? Anyone?
How funny we humans are to place value on minerals and claim them as ours two miles below the earth. What a blessing we are allowed to and our Grandfathers and Grandmothers had the foresite to say that the land and minerals in the family hold more value than being sold. My husband also holds mineral interests and those invisible, intangible oil that we could not have access to without these exploration companies have been a blessing. Hopefully my Children will benefit from these as some wells in the county have been producing oil continuously for well over 50 years (or more).
Um so yeah, after I took these photos I realized my lens was dirty (dog slobbers). Don' t you hate it when you can't sleep and you're excited about the next day and know you need to sleep. So you know it will be very hard to go to sleep. I feel like that tonight and about the next few weeks. Except for Monday, I got called for Jury Duty. If I write about it online can I get out of it? My husband was a cop and the Judge I got called to sit on jury duty for refused to convict the guy for attempting to kill my husband (he accelerated to run over him while resisting arrest). So yeah, I really don't want to be on jury duty. I also don't believe in our massive industrial prison complex filled with non-violent drug users and think we need swift efficient cruel and unusual death penalties for child molestors, rapists and murderers. Surely neither the judge, prosecution or defense would find me worthy. I also do not want the weight of someone's life or freedom on my shoulders were I to disagree. I don't believe one size fits all means justice and I like photographing flowers so I think being on a jury sounds like the most depressing thing on earth. I don't even watch court shows, murder mysteries or any type of violent television. My Mom was on a jury for a murder trial once, I don't want to be on a jury. Nope.
Courtrooms make me anxious. I'm a little chicken. I'll end for now, and there is more to come. This is my little chicken. I'm very disturbed as of late I've caught chickens eating bunny poop. Which makes me think of the Cadbury egg commercials they used to show when I was a child. Okay, it's definitely past my bedtime. I'm weird.