The Old Farmhouse
Traveling back from South Carolina one late afternoon I spotted this old farmhouse. I pulled over and took a few pictures. I loved the way the old farm light and the new electric power tower sort of compete. It sort of sums a
lot up with out having to speak.
As I rolled my window down the smell of fresh mowed hay
was the first thing I noticed. Then the sound of millions of insects. I am sure many a hot and humid night was spent in this little farmhouse. The only shade given by the big ole pecan tree. Stories are here, just listen.
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