Most of the available photos were, to put it frankly, rather gay looking. Goodness. I had no idea it was such a thing. These are not the farmers who live on in my memory.
I wanted to include the farmer's wife and her deeply tanned V neckline. No such photo. But she exists in memory, no doubt. I knew her. She was my grandma and my aunties. Sometimes they bothered with a hat. Usually not.
It was not my life, but in the lives of my older relatives, it was the look. The look of a working person. Honest, even severe. Their work left its mark on their bodies.
It's a bit like gym muscles versus real work muscles. Looks different.
Every thing is different now. Even farming has changed. I see that the large equipment now has air conditioning and they use sunscreen too I bet. Ah well. It's better that way. Progress.
Even I used to have a brown left arm from hanging it out of the car window as I drove around. I wonder why I don't do that anymore?
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