These days few of us are really close to the land we live on. We don't pay much attention to where our food comes from or the people who raise it. I'll be truthful and say I'm perhaps a little closer than most because I live in a working orchard. I feel the seasons change. I look anxiously for the bees each year when the trees have blossomed. I anticipate the harvest.
For most of us we can easily trace our ancestors back to those who in some way made a living off the land. On my father's side I need only go back to his childhood to find him living on a ranch. On my mother's side I must go back to her father and his youth.
Our ancestors knew what it was like to breath in the dust of a newly plowed field. To watch the weather in anticipation of how it would affect the growing season.
These photos were all bought at estate sales. The first group is of farmers in Nebraska.
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On the back of the shot above it says "preparing ground for alfalfa."
And these are from California.
And though these have been posted before, they fit the theme perfectly.
This is my submission to this weeks Sepia Saturday theme of "work."
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