Friday was a perfect late summer day. The air was cool, the sky was blue, and in the large field out back, behind the sawmill and McCormick baler, black smoke drifted above the trees. Steam was up, ready to plow.
“Place conspires with the artist. We are surrounded by our own story, we live and move in it. It is through place that we put out roots.” - Eudora Welty
Nice work Edd. I enjoyed that piece. Something I have never seen before.
ReplyDeleteThanks, CJ. Steam tractors were around for only a few short years at the end of the 19th century and the first decade or so of the 20th. I find it quite extraordinary that working examples still exist .
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