I’ve been on thinking overload for the past week, so Saturday afternoon I gave my brain a break. It was super nice out, so I grabbed my camera and took a walk around the farm. I thought I’d share some of my (mostly unedited) photos with you. Note: I’m not a photographer, I’m just a woman who owns a camera that she can kind of work.
I’ve heard it before. “You live on a farm, why don’t you go barefoot all the time?” This. This is the reason. My father has never learned how to pick up a nail.
One of the old chicken coup pens.
My cat Charlie is secretly a model.
I am oddly proud of this one.
We used to raise hogs, so it’s not uncommon to find bones. Eventually, everything returns to the dust from whence it came.
End of thought.