It began with my photo of Dad's hayrake as it lay rusting behind the shed. As always, these old things bring back a flood of memories. Dad is no longer here to hook it up to the tractor and it has been out of commission for years. The old farm implements intrigue me in their complicated simplicity.
All wheels keep turning in some respects,
whether out of commission or not.
All wheels keep turning in some respects,
whether out of commission or not.
