Last Looks

At the time, when I took these photos, I didn’t know, at least not consciously, that it would be the last time I would spend time at the farm, the place where I spent so many summers as a child, wandering, learning, investigating, working, becoming stronger, smarter, gentler and hardier.

I chose this format of putting them into an album because I feel like the scroll mimics film- a kind of documentary– or family home movie. Memories. The large spool I use reminds me of binder twine and hay bales. The velum, its translucent quality works like fading memory. This is all that is left now.

By Jolene Armstrong

Jolene is an Associate Professor of Comparative Literature and English, artist, photographer, poet, writer, translator. Her creative and translated work has recently appeared in Galaxy Brain, Peatsmoke Journal, DeLuge literary Journal, MacroMicrocosm, Wildroof Journal, Beyond Words Literary Magazine, The Hunger Mountain Review and The Society for Misfit Stories. 
She is 1/9 of the www.decameroncollective.com and curator and creator of 
https://museumofephemera.omeka.net She gratefully lives in amiskwacîwâskahikan, Treaty 6, the traditional and ancestral territory of the Cree, Dene, Blackfoot, Saulteaux, Nakota Sioux and Metis.