The Senses

I did some shooting yesterday as my mother, my brother, and I tried to fix fence despite the elements. Snow drifts, storms, and runoff seemed to do their best to prevent that task from finishing. My brother and I were going over some fence around home and again it started to rain. I would love to be able to photograph the scent of rain. There is nothing so perfect and pure as the scent of rain. I can hear the sarcastic comments from people right now-they are completely different senses. I know. I know. But seriously, the greatest art evokes an emotion perhaps a memory. To evoke the memory of the scent of rain, as pure and true as if you were standing in it. Now that's art.