DAY 12: I took this picture last May at the "Prarie Farm." My great uncle Lester lived much of his adult life in this one-room shack on the farmstead until he died in 1963. I never knew Unc, as he was called, but I've heard he was quite an interesting character. He never married and though he owned the farm he rented it out and worked as a hired hand for various neighboring farmers. One of the many things that fascinates me about photography is that you can compose the picture to reflect what you see, while someone standing next to me may not have seen the same thing. I wanted the viewer to see that this little shack looked to be an island in a vast wheat field. The reality is the old chicken house is cropped out on the right side of the picture and I was leaning next to the barn when I snapped the shutter. Its not really out in the middle of nowhere as it appears.
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