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| 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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Sunday, September 15, 2013
Digital Photograph - The Old Farmhouse
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4 comments:
another wonderful photo.
yes..many stories are here!
Love this photo!
Loving both the photograph and your poignant post. I had the same feeling that you describe here when I looked at an old well in a courtyard in Venice. I had a keen sense of the countless generations who had gathered there: budding love, secrets traded, and plans made. These old structures keep their own confidences, but sometimes they share them if we listen closely.
I always love your photos of old buildings! Wish i was on a backroads trip with you. Haven't stopped by lately-two weeks ago we had to have our much loved little Sparky put to sleep. He was 13 years old-such a great little dog and such a part of our family. always love seeing your blog.
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