Our new barn has been under construction for the past couple of months. An amazing process to observe the craftsmen from my home studio window. Yesterday the metal roof was completed in an awe inspiring way. I jotted down some immediate thoughts as I watched this exquisite process…
Pick-up trucks growled up the gravel drive.
One then another.
A third screamed in and
Bounced over the hardened ruts.
Heat hovered close to the earth.
The hills dusted in mist.
5:49 a.m.
Doors pushed open with an urgency.
A blur of workers
Scattered.
Sleeveless.
Shirtless.
Hunting hats.
Baseball caps.
Nighttime lingered
On strands of tousled hair.
Strong stained hands
Leathered necks.
Overrun boots
Walked on the pitch
Like a flat.
Ladders strewn.
Hammers swung.
Muttered conversations.
Cigarettes.
One side
Then the other.
10:15 a.m. they
Steal away.
One then another.
The third too.
“When we build, let us think that we build forever.” -John Ruskin
