On a farm, there is a place that one can escape to in order to tinker, to fix, to think. Here are a group of photographs that reflect the above acts inside ‘the shed’. I know it is quite a few photos, but they captured my mind today as I walked around outside. The din of several dozen voices, inside the house, forced me to seek a moment of solitude. Outside, my mind was occupied by the cavalcade of stuff in ‘the shed’.