I took this photo early on in the pandemic. I had returned a year prior to the rural region where I grew up on a small family farm. While coming and going to the local train station, I would often stop along the way to take photos of fields and open spaces where I felt that the terrain was trying to communicate something to me.
This mound of white soil or agricultural/industrial substance in a harvested field really struck me. It was like the seasons had been inverted as the photo was taken in January (winter in the Northeastern U.S.).
It also prompted me to think about how the notion of home or returning home has been inverted for many.
How we need to expand our relationship to soil as a data bank of stories, cultural/environmental secrets, future solutions, and resilient (personal) acts.
Why soil happenings as prompts might provide a vocabulary that connects us rather than divides us.
Why we should give thanks to and nurture our soil, too.