There is a harmony,
between the domestic and the working life.
it exists in the scratchings of the borrowed machinery, in the personalisation of working space,
and in the life of the family dog.
The landscape becomes a visual record of both lives lived,
a reciprocal agreement,
exchanging struggle and care for the fruits and assets of the land.
Minor additions of domestic articles transform the working land into a home-
five feet from home.
Within the house,
reminders of the job at hand scatter throughout archives of personal belongings.
a standing tree simultaneously belongs to the landscape and to the work and the family man.
