I Want the Red One
On a quiet, rainy evening, I was walking through the muddy fields of the antique machinery show where these photographs were taken. The crowd had left hours ago, shooed away by a downpour. As it was starting to get dark and I was thinking of leaving for the night, I came across a young boy and his father. The boy was running up and down rows of tractors shouting, "I want the red one! I want the red one!" For as far as I could see, every tractor was red.