Killarney / by Emily Ellis

So many stories in one crumbling home. I imagined the men who cut the trees to build Killarney. The same men who manned the rusted farming equipment by the side of the home. I could see their rough hands. I imagined the women who saw their sons off to war. Who saw droughts and floods and brown snakes on the kitchen floor. I quietly listened to their stories. And (as always) I took some pictures. (Click to make them big.)