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old dairy

the structure on the right is an old milk parlor for milking cows, but now the farm serves only two purposes. the owner rents the house to one person and the land to another who bales the hay. when i was growing up, i frequently heard America referred to as the breadbasket of the world. not so much anymore.
— i said that

I have been beset with a sense of urgency to record those parts of our heritage which seem to be receding as quickly as the view from the rear of a speeding train. I fear that we are eradicating the evidence of our past accomplishments so quickly that in time we may well lose the sense of who we are.
— David Plowden said that

Comments (20):

  1. Steven

    Sep 18, 2018 at 7:38 pm

    Unusual shapes to those bales of hay with nice textures throughout. An unfortunate realization that you have brought to light. A sad reminder of where we’ve come.

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  2. Harry

    Sep 18, 2018 at 8:04 pm

    Improvements in agriculture since WWII (better seeds, fertilizer, pesticides and techniques) have reduced hunger and improved lives world wide. Many of those improvements are US developed and distributed. The US has moved from a largely rural, farm based economy to an industrial, informational and financial based one, greatly raising the standard of living for a huge proportion of the US as well. Looking back gives pangs of nostalgia for what we’ve left behind. Looking around, and looking forward (despite our current turmoil) should provide great optimism. But I agree that rural and the run-down provide great photo opportunities!

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  3. Nicou

    Sep 18, 2018 at 9:59 pm

    Ces bottes dans le champs à gauche le maisons quel ensembel superbe
    Amitié

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  4. Elizabeth Buckalew

    Sep 18, 2018 at 10:18 pm

    Gosh, Harry said pretty much what I would have… but better! I do love the photo, and both quotes!

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  5. Ginnie

    Sep 19, 2018 at 12:19 am

    (sigh) Even today’s kids have no idea what most of us grew up with not so very long ago, Sherri. Change is so exponentially fast these days it’s hard for even us geezers to remember. HA! The breadbasket of the world, indeed.

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  6. lisl

    Sep 19, 2018 at 12:54 am

    I feel the same as you about recording things that are our heritage and are also ephemeral

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  7. Bill Phillips

    Sep 19, 2018 at 1:46 am

    Everything seems so transient these days. Yesterday’s must have is today’s landfill

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  8. Elaine K

    Sep 19, 2018 at 2:07 am

    i agree that we should remember the ‘technology’ of the past… we might need it some day, or only the amish will survive 🙂

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  9. grouser

    Sep 19, 2018 at 4:09 am

    interesting light and limited colour

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  10. Barbara Thomas

    Sep 19, 2018 at 9:38 am

    This is a wonderful rural scene. We see less and less of this in the urban area all around us where I live.

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  11. Willem

    Sep 19, 2018 at 11:23 am

    America was indeed the granary of the world, which we said in Holland or:
    America was indeed the breadbasket of the world, that we say in Holland.
    Very well captured this former milking parlor and outbuilding.

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  12. Steve

    Sep 19, 2018 at 3:08 pm

    I think we still feed a lot of the world including the world’s animals (alfalfa for Chinese cattle for example). It’s just that it takes a lot fewer farmers because of the efficiencies in agriculture these days and the rise of the corporate farms. I like this pretty image that captures a piece of what remains before the owner decides to tear down the buildings and farm every inch of land.

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  13. Elaine Hancock

    Sep 19, 2018 at 6:35 pm

    Two great quotes. I also feel a sense of urgency. So much is being torn down and replaced by structures without any character. A wonderful pastoral scene.

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  14. By Marie

    Sep 20, 2018 at 2:00 am

    Beautiful rural scene. I like!

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  15. Anne Bruce

    Sep 20, 2018 at 2:17 pm

    A great picture to match your text. It put me in mind of being on a walk with my granddad when I was around 6, and him explaining to me that the housing estate we were walking by had been fields in his childhood. Now 50 years on I can hear his words as I look around at what was once familar countryside and which is now built over beyond recognition.

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