This first shot is of my uncle's farm, a 3rd generation farm that never made it to the 4th generation, nor did my father's. These family run farms died out when the two brothers passed from this life. We are left with memories and remnants, and I try to honour them with my photos.
2 comments:
Oh Kel, your photos are simply beautiful. And so full of meaning after reading your words. "Remnants" .... how very much is left unspoken in that word.
These images richly convey a deepening sense of countryside and family nostalgia settling in peacefully over time.
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