I love this Spring photograph because it not only suggests Spring, but there are so many different things happening in a small space – door, window, vines, slates, brick, old door. It speaks I think, to the life of the family farm, a dying thing in America, part of the war on rural life that leaves rural areas with few jobs, no broadband, and an economic system that drives people here to mostly bad jobs in cities, box stores that destroy small businesses, and supermarkets that import food from thousands of miles that could be grown right here.

These old barns speak to that, at least to me.