Time Frame | Lamoine, WA | March 2020
Dryland farmers in the early 1900s seeded hope on their horizons. I imagine them standing on hills of scattered brush, eyeing rock beds 100 feet deep, wondering when the next rain cloud might appear, and nodding, “Sure, I can grow something here.” They dug a well, built a barn, bought a mule, tilled the glacial grit. Today I stand in that very same field and whine: “What? No cell reception?”
Bonus photo:
Same barn, different angle.