I love going to the farm. Every time we go down there, I take a gazillion pictures. I'm sure Marty's family just laughs and laughs at me, but I can't help it. Things are old and weathered, gnarled and worn. Critters are abundant and just as curious about me as I am about them. New plants, old plants, a tree so big around that it would take all five of us holding hands in a circle to measure it's
circumference. And this barn...I love this barn. I don't know what it is, but I just dig it. On this day, the sun was starting to go down and my favorite cross lighting makes things just pop. The rows of dead corn stalks lead your eye right down to that great old barn. Yep, definitely going for a walk tomorrow with the camera in tow. Who knows what I will find?
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