On Fertile Ground

The Company House thumbnail
Open to the fields thumbnail
Barnscape thumbnail
The Barn thumbnail
Uncle Chan’s Garage thumbnail
Unplugged thumbnail
Uncle Chan thumbnail
Discs thumbnail
Former Workhorse thumbnail
Scattered thumbnail
Seedling Cans thumbnail
Ball Peen Hammer thumbnail
Legalities thumbnail
Business Center thumbnail
The Scale thumbnail
Hoist thumbnail
Return For Deposit thumbnail
Cathedral Ceiling thumbnail
Crates and Barrels thumbnail
Mezzanine View thumbnail
Chain thumbnail
Spirit thumbnail
Door Latch thumbnail
Hose Reel thumbnail
View from Grandpa's Garage thumbnail
Chinese Farmhouses thumbnail
Ghosts thumbnail
Yesterday’s Ride thumbnail
Utility Shed thumbnail
Patched Patch thumbnail
The Company House

The Company House

Open to the fields

Open to the fields

Barnscape

Barnscape

The Barn

The Barn

Uncle Chan’s Garage

Uncle Chan’s Garage

Unplugged

Unplugged

Uncle Chan

Uncle Chan

Discs

Discs

Former Workhorse

Former Workhorse

Scattered

Scattered

Seedling Cans

Seedling Cans

Ball Peen Hammer

Ball Peen Hammer

Legalities

Legalities

Business Center

Business Center

The Scale

The Scale

Hoist

Hoist

Return For Deposit

Return For Deposit

Cathedral Ceiling

Cathedral Ceiling

Crates and Barrels

Crates and Barrels

Mezzanine View

Mezzanine View

Chain

Chain

Spirit

Spirit

Door Latch

Door Latch

Hose Reel

Hose Reel

View from Grandpa's Garage

View from Grandpa's Garage

Chinese Farmhouses

Chinese Farmhouses

Ghosts

Ghosts

Yesterday’s Ride

Yesterday’s Ride

Utility Shed

Utility Shed

Patched Patch

Patched Patch

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As long as I can remember we visited the family farm once a month. It was a long drive across town, down a dirt road, to four brick houses situated in the middle of nowhere, a bit of civilization in what seemed to be fields that went on forever. Now those days are long past, the houses recently abandoned, and the last of the land up for sale to make way for warehouses.

As a drove up to the farm on a hot August morning the fog was covering the roads and fields. My Uncle Chan was leaving for an early errand and I was left on the property, completely alone, with my camera and a lifetime of memories. I had not returned here since my father died 14 years ago but nothing had changed.

As I walked around the big barn I began to see and notice what I had never realized in all my times here. The smells, the sounds, and the nostalgic feelings were all there, but the details of hundreds of still lifes unfolded around me. Each square foot of the barn was filled with actions frozen in time. A hammer left on a tiller, gloves on a spool of wire, a chain hanging from the rafters used to pull an engine, ropes and wires hanging on nails, the scale which weighed out countless boxes of Chinese produce which at one time were shipped out as far as Michigan and New York. All of these scenes were frozen in time, the dust settled over them, but the life in their arrangements only temporarily arrested.

I knew that it was my time to record these moments with my camera, for in a matter of weeks all of this would be gone, destroyed, and never to appear again. As an animal or plant goes into extinction, so too do these articles of a past time and life. My record would be the only one for the future should anyone want to know what it was like in the barn of the Wing Lee Yuen Truck Farm.