Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Grain Harvest 30" X 40"


I can almost feel the strain in my shoulders, arms and back again as I shuffled through the grain.  I had to level the load so nothing fell over the sides of the truck.  It’s much more beautiful in memory; in reality swirling dust obscured your vision, dust and sweat trickled into your eyes and nose, and made you itch all over.  Still, I can remember the impressions of swirling golden grain flowing around my legs in eddies that threatened to swallow your legs unless you moved them.  I guess life is like that: you have to look for the beauty while you’re sweating through the dust.


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