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.
Louis
Obligatory tractor photo. Also, I’m a city girl at heart and know nothing about tractors.
End of thought.
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