N.B. MacNamara

“Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs...famous among the barns...and singing as the farm was home...Time held me green and dying...”

I first heard the poem “Fern Hill” as a teenager; and growing up on the Honey Locust Fruit Farm, these words by Dylan Thomas have always resonated with me. Our farming community provided a profound sense of place and a connection to the land.

I am a cultivator of art work and earth work. Through the photographic lens I focus on the sociological meaning of contemporary life. Through my partnership with the natural world as a farmer, I aim to nourish the planet; and strive to remind others to cultivate that idea as well.

My family has lived in the Hudson Valley for over 100 years. I have been intimately connected to its people and its landscape. Here I bear witness to the changes I have seen.