Old Combine

My grandfather was a wheat farmer in northern Oklahoma. When I was young, we would travel each summer so that my dad could help with the harvest. I remember them spending all day with these fascinating, temperamental machines. This was the highlight of each summer. (Of course, I can say that now. I had the fun part: just going along for the ride. Grandpa stopped farming before I was old enough to drive a combine or actually help in a meaningful way.)

February 9, 2008 · Norman Road, Princeton, California