Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Death of the proud and productive farm


Something about the sadness of the decaying barns, against the new spring green grass and pretty blue sky with the puff of cloud that makes me like this image. The primary barn's roof has now fallen.

In the sweat of thy makers shalt thou store feed, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

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