Yesterday on my birthday I did a 4 mile walk to my grandparents' farm or "the farm" as we call it. No one lives there but our family uses it for a bunch of things. There's a big field out back for a garden that gets planted each year. One of my uncle's has a mechanic shop behind it. The barn is filled with items we used as props for Arabel, a WWII film (my grandfather brought me, Jayson and Gretchen through the inside, pointing out anything 1930s/40s we could use). My grandparents used to have a barn sale every Sunday and collectors would stop in. They would watch this little old TV and put little price tags on everything but mostly they liked talking to people. I keep my bed frame and studded snow tires inside (only family knows the code to get in). My grandfather owns the land all the way down to the lake and two of my mom's brothers have houses right beside the farm (so don'teven think about lollygagging there - you are being watched!). My grandfather told me as a young child about how the previous owner was a long distance runner before that was a thing and everyone thought he was crazy. He would run up nearby Rattlesnake Mountain and try to push the boulders and rocks off so that the sun would last longer on the farm. The previous owner ended up dying when he fell out of that top window where you toss hay out, and landed on a pitchfork. I realize how gruesomely New England that story is now. I'm constantly in awe of my grandparents (grammy passed away two years ago), and my unique experience growing up with all my mom's family so close. My grandparents really created a hub for the family and spaces like this farm for us all to use. I see clearly now the way New England has its own culture and how deeply it effected and shaped me. And even though it's probably disappointing that I don't want/will not have children and have moved 3000 miles away, my grandmother told me at one point, before she died, that going to California seemed like an adventure. Keeping the barn, the farm, the family in my heart and continuing to see where the adventure takes me. #maine#farm#redbarn#barn#family#rural#woods#newengland#history#homefortheholidays#adventure
It's a frosty winter wonderland.... alternatively melting and freezing here.
This is one of the most mixed up Winters I've encountered in the Okanagan so far.
Skating rinks for streets, snow on the trees, ice on the waters, and my hellebore is blooming.
Has your winter gone according to prediction so far?
🏘Usucapião é um procedimento que regulariza a propriedade, seja ela imóvel urbano, rural ou até bem móvel, como um veículo. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 🚗 A maior vantagem do usucapião é que a pessoa obtêm a propriedade do bem (imóvel ou lote) com a segurança jurídica do legítimo proprietário. ⠀
⏳A partir da regularização do bem imóvel, poderá ser dado em garantia em financiamentos bancários e ainda poderá realizar desmembramento para loteamento.
💲Outra grande vantagem é a valorização imediata do imóvel, porque a escritura pública de propriedade confere segurança aos compradores. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📌 O usucapião também liberta a propriedade de qualquer ônus existente anteriormente sobre o imóvel. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 😎 A partir do processo de usucapião o novo proprietário não receberá nenhum dos ônus existentes sobre a propriedade, seja imóvel ou móvel (veículo, barco, etc). ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 🏗 Além disso, a usucapião é um processo declaratório o que significa que a pessoa já tinha a posse do bem. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✒Uma propriedade imobiliária é representada por uma matrícula, a servidão ou posse não dá a propriedade sobre o bem. 📝Um outro exemplo de situação na qual é possível fazer-se a usucapião é quando que após o término do contrato de arrendamento o arrendatário continua utilizando a terra. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 😲Talvez você não saiba mas após o término do contrato de arrendamento, caso o arrendatário se negue a sair de cima da propriedade ou até mesmo de uma área de posse, é só o proprietário ou arrendatário ir até o juiz e pedir uma reintegração de posse.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 💥Importante é que este procedimento deve ser realizado até um ano e um dia do término do contrato. Passado este período o processo de reintegração de posse torna-se inviável.
O mesmo acontece se invasor tenha construído indevidamente no terreno.
Explicados esses detalhes sobre usucapião, no próximo post iremos abordar os 7 tipos de Usucapião e alguns conceitos da legislação. 😉
👵“Quérote con:” tráevos un pequeno SORTEO (soamente a nivel de Galicia) dun pack de 5 Postais (a escoller) de calquera das fotografías que compoñen o proxecto (e as que se irán engadindo). Este sorteo, ademais das postais virá cun agasallo sorpresa! Animádevos e participade!! 😉 #querotecon#rural
BASES DO SORTEO: -Seguir a @querote_con -Mencionar a 3 persoas -Publicar 1 foto como stories destacadas, mencionando nela a @querote_con e as 5 tomas do proxecto que prefirades como postais. -Tedes ata o día 22/12 ¡Moita sorte a todos!🙏
Picked up a used truck topper on Craigslist off Highway 93 near the Bitterroots a few days back. If you’ve ever picked up anything from Craigslist, you know you meet some interesting characters. As I pulled into Marty’s place and saw the severed head of a buck resting on his truck beside a burnt orange ‘66 Chevelle SS, I knew I was in for something unique.
Marty came out in his duck coveralls sporting a patchy handlebar looking like a biker thug who’d found God in the mountains. Turns out, that’s pretty close. He raced a ‘69 Camaro and old-school Harleys, holding track records on rural Minnesota speedways, briefly claiming the land-speed record drag-racing his bike. He was notorious for bar fighting, used to own a pair of bladed brass knuckles, did a stint in the Marines and then found a new source of adrenaline in big-game guiding and wildland firefighting out west.
He‘s a cheery guy, stoked to show me old vehicles he restored, including a gem of a tour bus, complete with the interior of a classic 1970’s Boeing 747. Didn’t run when he bought it, learned he couldn’t tow it so he fixed it up till he could drive home. Runs like a deer, now.
Such an adventurous life hasn’t come without tumult, however. He told me he’s lost a lot of friends: he’s the only one left of a six-man felling team of wildland firefighters—his wife told him he ought to take that as a sign; he spoke about a pair of buddies drowned in their youth while running the American River in canoes filled with tractor inner tubes (farm boys and swift water don’t mix, he says); last Christmas he lost a friend to suicide.
He’s not somber though, nearly placid, actually; he’s been through a lot, seen more, seems to just accept what life throws at him—good, bad or otherwise. A little outspoken, not particularly politically correct, lot of people out here aren’t. But he’s always down to lend a hand, a story or local knowledge to those who are willing to put in the time to reveal a bit of themselves. We shared a beer after switching the topper over and I learned all of this. It doesn’t take much; a lot of people, perhaps most, just want to share their story. All you have to do is listen.
If you did everything for free you would be broke faster then you can earn a paycheck.
Homesteading, farming, or raising livestock should never be something that adds financial strain to your family.
While we are in a season that causes us to get the chorse done as quickly as possible leaving us indoors more often. Use this time to evaluate the livestock you have.
Ask yourself these questions.
1. Are they serving a purpose.
2. Are they giving me a return on my investment?
3. How could I use the resources better?
Today is the first day of the Orange County Review’s 12 Days of Christmas countdown. For the next 12 days, the paper will post photos of quirky and fun displays around the county. See how many you can recognize. Can you guess where these photos were taken?
Pilgrimage on foot from Puebla to Mexico City. The central figure carries a painting of the Virgin icon on his back, San Balthazar, a Solemn Night Fiesta with música & comida-food made & sold on this dirt path. Photo: MTGiancoli, silver gelatin print, 2001.
‘Man with Sombrero, December 12th, altar outside Our Lady of Guadalupe church, 14th St, Manhattan, 1999. Photo: Mary Teresa Giancoli, silver gelatin print, fiber, hand-printed in the dark-room.
Using this time to reflect on the brown and black madonnas of Latin America & Mexico’s Virgen de Guadalupe & the vision of her by Juan Diego on Tepeyac hill.