In his Prairie Home Companion, Garrison Keillor talks about the old Swedish Bachelor Farmer. It just so happens that I have known a few myself. And the land that they steward is an area of the country vast enough to trace the curvature of the earth and as isolated as any Pacific island with skies that are equally as bold and dramatic, just a little bit colder. With this body of work I take a series of photos, sectioned and panned across the landscape, and then cram them into an old version of Photoshop Elements 2. Then I push the button and flip a coin. So far the odds are 50/50 that the image will crash the program. But when the process goes through to completion it creates a kaleidoscopic scene of halcyon beauty that echoes the solitary ruggedness of this land.