daily diminishing (day 15)

In the upstairs of the barn that my grandfather built about sixty years ago on his farm, is a hook that still holds hay baling twine. It’s something that is very familiar to me and has a certain smell that takes me back to summer days spent jumping in the hay stored in the barn. I brought home a bunch of it. It fills my studio with that familiar summer smell.



~ by cmclaurin on July 11, 2009.

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