"Bagged a Skidder"
Graphite, colored pencil, ink on Archers paper
8.5 x 11”
Deep in the woods, along Bobolink Farm’s old logging road lies the skeletal remains of a skidder. The forest, clear cut the year before the ‘38 hurricane, now stands tall among mossy stumps, stone fences and the rusty chassis of a logging truck. The third-growth forest has come out on top and in the end, bagged itself a skidder.