Wednesday, May 24, 2006

...the old tools in the old shed...
suddenly a poem is growing in my mind...


Anonymous satvinder said...

Like this photo alot bhenji... I like the colours and the textures... they would make for a good acrylic / oil painting.

Oh go on, write a poem... you know you want to. (",)

lots of fuzzy warm kind of waking up smilies... (",)

Thursday, May 25, 2006 12:45:00 PM  
Blogger manpreet kaur said...

Okay, Satvinder, i will try to make the poem...

And you do the painting!

I know you make drawings, but do you paint as well?

Waking up smilies?
It is almost time for my afternoon nap (hahaha!)

Thursday, May 25, 2006 12:56:00 PM  
Anonymous Rochelle said...

Manpreet, this reminds me of when I used to visit my grandparents' (dada and dadi) farm when I was a child. I would see lots of old equipment in their shanty and in the barn, laying around and rusty, in themselves telling tales of the old days on the dairy farm long before I was born. My dada would get up at dawn, eat breakfast and have coffee, and go to work on the farm. He would return for dinner (which we consider lunch, except that dinner/lunch was the big meal of the day for them), then go back to working with the cows and in the fields until past sundown. They also drank a lot of coffee. Even after my dada and dadi retired the farm, they would have a pot of coffee brewing all day long.

But even when I was a child, I remember that sometimes Dada would take the tractor out into the fields. Sometimes he would give us grandchildren a ride on the tractor trailer, though at that age I was afraid of any large, loud machine.

That's what this photo makes me think of. Thank you for bringing up the memories and the stories, Manpreet. (-:

Saturday, May 27, 2006 6:23:00 PM  

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