Without the farmer there would be no thanksgiving meal. This picture is of a cool fall morning and a cardinal perched on a rusted barb wire fence, with a cedar post that was placed in the ground years ago by a farmer.
The loss of the family farm
Rotting externally into a time unknown,
Giving way into the land unsown,
The ghosts of the family farm it once knew,
are replaced by a world that is desperately new.