Well water at sunset
After years of Georgia drought, dry streambeds, and Atlanta water restrictions, the artesian well in the yard of their Ohio farm seemed a stunning extravagance. There it sits, pouring water, whether anyone is looking, whether it is light or dark or clear or raining, even when the morning is hours away and the air is dry and cold and the stars sparkle above the gurgling pool. To even farm their part of Ohio requires extensive excavations of each field to install drains — an art in which Jackie's father is himself a career artisan — because otherwise the area would be too wet for crops. So many in the world thirst for water; they must exert themselves constantly or they will become mired in it.