March 30, 2021:
This time he's driving the tractor.
Entirely staged. He was never allowed to drive the tractor, although he'd have loved to.
Here he's in cowboy hat, gloves, jeans: work kit. Looking stagily back, over a shoulder, halfway turned, inspecting the plow. If you ask me, he looks like he belongs there.
I don't remember the event. He's clearly enjoying the moment, where moments of enjoyment were altogether rare. I remember boredom, isolation, alienation, and a single awkward "man to man talk" from the owner of the tractor.
Dude: seriously. Talk to me again when I'm old enough to drive.