A Human Presence

Not too long ago, the field behind our home was planted every spring with industrial corn. Year after year, the tired soils, loaded with chemical fertilizers and liquid manure, produced their truckloads of No. 2 corn. Now and then a tractor would pass over the land, spreading its gossamer wings of poison, but I almost never saw a human being.



Zuti (left) and Rosie


Fartun (left) and Sumeya

About jazzguitarvt

Art is a jazz guitarist living at Ewetopia Farm in Richmond Vermont
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