A corner of the barn, way in the back, now in the harsh light seems caught in flagrante delicto. It would be ingenuous not to say so. It also raises all sorts of psychological and philosophical questions. It's for the good and elevates the image. I hope I'm not hijacking your photograph on a rocket to fantasy-land. If so, I apologize. It certainly stands as a study of line, texture and tone. But I can't help seeing a commentary on gender travail and intimations of potential violence. Pitchforks plunge into hay. I'm taking it as a superior allegory.
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