Flanked by
alfalfa fields and neighboring farms my Grandpa took great pride in
visiting his privy. As a young child I could not imagine what was so
cool in that tiny shed as to lure my Grandpa out of the farm house in a
blizzard or rain storm. Odd that it’s called a privy, kinda like a
privilege of sorts for old-timers.
Oil on board copyright (c) Trevi Bennett 2012
