We are now at the back of the house at the detached garage. Again, built by hand, old workbench in one corner and the floor covered with the detritus of years of occupancy and evidence of someone who kept a lot of “what if I need this someday” material. I like the angle of the door. The building is red like the roof of the main house porch and the roof of the shop. There may have been more buildings - there are a couple of what look like shed foundations in the back yard. Just barely visible past the big tree is a barbed wire topped fence around a large solar field. Clearly the family sold the farm to the power company and now a technology that no one who built this house or built their lives over many years vested in this farm would recognize. The son(s) or daughter(s) sold the farm maybe making one more trek back from Atlanta, or Richmond or Denver or a dozen places near and far to finalize the decisions they had made.

R I P MOM