Saturday, May 14, 2011

depression era

I can't help but to think about my grandfather every time I listen to this song. If you haven't seen That Evening Sun (or The Accountant) they're both damn fine ruminations on what happens to the homestead when it's time for one generation to move on, and the next one to take over. Films like this fill me with fear for the future; what the fuck do I know about ranching? There's only one way to learn and I spent those years in art school.

"Bury his body in the ol' sinkhole"

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