Some of the most wonderful moments on the farm occur when I wander around the barns, open doors, look at shelves, peer in corners at the beautiful light splays through the windows. Here, you see the  radioactive jewels of the Craftsmen, ghosts now, too inefficient for the corporate economy, everything they made, the smallest things, fuses, doorknobs and handles, inkwells and pans, bookcases and stools, chicken coops and slate roofs. I love photographing the works of the Craftsmen,  people who took pride in their work and individuality and were fulfilled in their lives. I am so grateful that the radioactive jewels of their work and their lives remain here, for me to see and photograph.