This ol' shack is located right in the middle of a cotton field up near Rolling Fork. Haven't been back that way in a while, so I don't know if it is still standing.
I love the light in this one, as if all the rust of the world is lying quietly, slowly melting that bit of Man's presumption back into the earth.
We're allowed to build, to use, to live in, to enjoy, but the erosion begins even before we drive the last nail, lay the last stone, and that's the way it should be. Temporary things.
I love the light in this one, as if all the rust of the world is lying quietly, slowly melting that bit of Man's presumption back into the earth.
ReplyDeleteWe're allowed to build, to use, to live in, to enjoy, but the erosion begins even before we drive the last nail, lay the last stone, and that's the way it should be. Temporary things.
Beautiful.