The Farm

The Farm

I grew up between country air and towering trees
Vibrant flowers and rolling landscapes
But observing beauty in nature is not something teens do well
And so going back as an adult slams my senses.

Here’s a little vision feast of a slice of my folks’ property.

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Find the bumblebee below.DSC_0039DSC_0044DSC_0041DSC_0040

DSC_0045 DSC_0052To the back left is the bottom edge of our sledding hill.
Just call Mr. Dugan ahead of time to make sure the cows aren’t out!
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Folks that drive by call it The Hotel. It sure is a beauty!
(The mower’s broken; can you tell?)

DSC_006250 acres to farm and woods galore to explore.
DSC_0063Talk about a living room view!
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Thanks for visiting with me. Living in the city now makes that country air all the more sweet
(and all the more potent!). Can’t wait for our kids to enjoy The Farm like so many before them!

As a tinkering photographer of personal spaces and faces,
I tried sun bursting for my first time.
Kinda like how it turned out!

2 Comments
  • Angie Leopold
    Posted at 11:16h, 15 May Reply

    Who strung beads on the tree?

    • theredheads
      Posted at 20:07h, 15 May Reply

      It growed that way! ;)
      Ha, yeah, I dunno. Guessing my mom!

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