Lately I have been spending much time in rural southwestern Ontario. Cornfields, critters, machinery and soil. The working landscape abounds and has a coerced and productive cohesiveness. “Ruralia” refers to items connected with the rural and each is attached to a story – a turkey and a quail at auction in Hagersville, a farmer stopping his combine in a field dusted with snow to walk over and say hello, a stealth weasel that had an abbreviated lifespan, defiant fruit trees that fought back while I pruned, machinery and methods that subdue, order and bring forth life, ripe apples falling and scattering, decomposing into unexpected shapes. This new world of crops, fields and orchards tirelessly fecund in repetition, pattern and rhythm.