[caption id="attachment_1299" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Spring bloom in southern Minnesota."][/caption] Neighbors are few and far between in farm country. Homesteads are divided by vast, loamy swaths of tilled earth. When neighbors do approach, it's not by leaning over the fencepost; no, distances are great, and interaction is aided by a modern-day beast of burden, the Ford F-150 or the John Deere. [caption id="attachment_1300" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="The circle of life."][/caption] The wind was blowing just right when I was at this property so that I could almost experience a man in his workshop: a touch of cigarette smoke, a percussive clang-clang-clang of metal on metal, and the staccato cadence of a country-twinged voice reading the prices of grain. [caption id="attachment_1301" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="Dinner will no longer be served."][/caption] Mostly, though, the only sound is rustling grass, or a creaking barn door. The ghosts were quiet during my visit. [caption id="attachment_1302" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Gotta take it slow."][/caption] The barn offered a few interesting pieces. [caption id="attachment_1303" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Watch your step."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_1304" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Take time to reflect."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_1305" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="FFA training."][/caption] Inside the home, I found fewer images of note. [caption id="attachment_1306" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="The remains of a junk drawer."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_1307" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Here's looking at you."][/caption] The meager reminders of occupants past at this address have now been removed. There is no trace. Time for a fresh start.      

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