The men (boys) on a basic Brethren farm in the 1940’s were always outside planting, hauling manure, moving cows, or doing something from sun up until dark. While doing these chores, I can remember driving (making the tractor and truck move) when my legs were too short to reach the pedals without sliding off the seat. Those early experiences made me love to make things go …move.
So, I made this piece of Photo Art to show some of the experiences in life I had riding on things that go.
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