Hogs at Geisert Farm

A Walk Amongst Hogs

I arrived at Geisert Farms at 5:55am, pulling into a spot next to the self serve vegetable stand, the sun just a purple glow to the east. Todd Geisert had told me via text a couple days earlier that “We start at 6″ so I didn’t want to be late. I had time to get out and stretch after my forty-five minute drive from St. Louis before, at almost exactly 6 o’clock, Todd and his workers rolled into the parking lot.  He told me later in that day that most photographers want to come after 9am when everything has already happened (the implication being that maybe some photographers are maybe a little more lazy than others.) I like to think that getting there before he did scored me some points.
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Photo Essay: Slingin’ Beers with The King

Each month I work with writer Brandon Chuang for a Feast Magazine column called How To. Each month, Brandon interviews someone working in a field that he’s unfamiliar with, and in some cases, gets the opportunity to actually do the work himself to really see how it goes. Columns in the past have included dishwasher in a busy and popular restaurant, bartender at a joint where every single person is a regular, coffee roasting, and most recently, a beer vendor at Busch Stadium here in St. Louis.

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But That Night

Past midnight on a rainy late December evening in Manhattan. To say it was raining was an understatement: it was torrential, and cold as well. The bar near Port Authority was truly skanky and smelled like unwashed union guys, stale beer and urine. The burger joint that came after the bar was pretty much the same.

But that night … no one cared.