I know my vegetables. I know each of them. Spend hours here each week on your hands and knees, and you will know what it means to commune with your food.
Bounty [dinner table]
I’ve known these carrots all their lives. These tomatoes, too. Food like this should be a right, not a privilege: Food that doesn’t require a can or cardboard box to get from field to table.
Farm School [school]
Come to urban-farming school. Imagine a future where food actually comes from the ground–or, in this case, a gymnasium-sized greenhouse. Grab a shovel and come on in.
Everyday Things [memorial]
We are all constantly creating miniature, personal versions of memorials. They are less glamorous than those commissioned by city fathers, but in some ways more complex and storied than these.
