He buried part of it in the dirt and called it modern art. I left it in place for a few months, then dug it out when I needed to cultivate that area, tossing it back on the pile and calling is post modern art. My junk pile allows me the freedom to fail. Unlike modern farming, where we often buy a specific tool for a specific job, this odd collection of objects seem to encourage experimentation and foster a lower pace with trial and error. I enjoy farming without the pressure of a quick solution.
Treasures lie hidden.
The old pieces from equipment tell me of a history of a farm as if time is left behind in these relics, but not as fossils or memorials to the past. The remains are to be used by future farmers. A farmer's roots are exposed in his junk. The pile contributes to a sense of place about a farm that includes the people who are born there, grow up there and work there. Over the years, I too have left my mark.