McMorr: school, generations removed
McMorr: I have listened, but they do not speak their story
McMorr: spend a moment with emptiness and make it smile
McMorr: the creaking of the earth
McMorr: if I can work hard enough
McMorr: a perfect barn
McMorr: sentiment beneath the rust
McMorr: eyes never adjust to time
McMorr: looking through and into the roots
McMorr: An Iowa Barn
McMorr: wondering how to nurture deeper roots
McMorr: Brick Barn
McMorr: barn in disarray
McMorr: Resolute
McMorr: nothing is simple
McMorr: what I love...
McMorr: rural Iowa history
McMorr: If we forget our past
McMorr: In every community there is work to be done.
McMorr: simplicity
McMorr: the return of faith
McMorr: honoring stillness
McMorr: Barn at Harvest
McMorr: awareness
McMorr: quiet responsibility
McMorr: time is a mosaic of images
McMorr: One November
McMorr: Autumn in Rural Iowa
McMorr: questioning myself
McMorr: there are no tracks in the snow