Farmer Journey

I drove passed this farmer and he waved.
I returned the gesture.

I pulled over to the side of the road; took a picture of a tractor out in a dirt field.

I watched this farmer watch me.

It was one of those moments where you wonder, "What is he thinking right now?"

His tractor grumbled passed my car. I waved to him; and he kindly smiled and waved back.

I watched him continue down the road.

I wonder if he had any idea I took this portrait of his journey.

This may not be one of the best photos but it was one of those great moments.

It's A Sign

Yes, quite literally....

Country Ivy

Like I keep sayen'...Things just look prettier when you look at them through old eyes.
I am sure that decades ago this shell of a frame was once clean and bright. I am sure it was a home to a family. A family that tended to the hundreds of acres surrounding this one small building.


I thought it was cool to take a photo of this old place since I have driven passed it about eleven million times.

Trespasser & the Barrel

This water barrel is hidden at the far end of an isolated dirt road. I thought I would sneak on this path, ignoring the No Trespassing sign because I was in search of a photo. This path was a one horse road, if you know what I mean. As I drove across such bumpy terrain I clinched my jaw knowing full well that I would end up with a jacked up alignment. As I took the final turn, I found myself head on with a car exiting the property. I kindly smiled praying I would not get a bullet in the rear...but the lady waved back just as sheepishly as I had. We each had to maneuver our cars to let the other trespasser go by.

Outside Again...

There is way too much going on in my life. It is taking away from my picture taking and blogging.

How dare life get in the way.

So today with Connor as my co-pilot, I stopped on the side of the road to snap a photo of this old shack. A quick moment of pleasure rushed through me as I stomped over the grass and towards this strangers fence for my photo opp! SNAP of camera = GRIN on face
Pleased as a kid on Christmas morning I looked over my shoulder and into the car because surely Connor would love to share in this joyous moment! There sat my son with a mouthful of gauze because he had just had four teeth extracted. (Grin was instantly replaced with "bad mommy, baddddd mommy" thoughts about myself) Reality set in so I returned to the car and took my numbed up, zombie-like son home to lay down.

At least I was able to get one photo taken to fulfill the need!

Thank You Berry Much

Strawberries. In a hanging Pot.
That pretty much sums it up.

Do You Want To Play A Game?

Remember the old days as a child, sprawled across the living room floor with a board game? Okay, I admit we do that occasionally now too, but times have sure changed! This photo has Matthew in midst of a very serious game of Memory---on a cell phone. Technically this boy is pretty advanced and will play cell games for hours on end if I allowed such. Which of course I never do...unless were at the doctors or on a long drive or if he is driving me nuts at a restaurant or... okay, I surrender that argument.

I know I have bought the mini cardboard games of Memory. But in a blink of an eye we are missing a square here and a square there and before we know it, Memory has turned more into a game of Hide and Go Seek out the missing pieces. I will stick with the cell phone, because in addition to his memory skills it is helping his hand eye coordination. (I think all parents say something like this at one time or another while defending something :)