Where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard, A discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. How often at night When the heavens are bright With the lights from the glittering stars Have I stood there amazed And asked as I gazed If their glory...
The story begins ever before the image in my first post of this series (which admittedly was a little light on the detail). Yet my beloved, infrequent visits to “the farm“ always seem to make me think of that song. “The Farm” was purchased by my grandfather… sigh, I am speculating about eighty years ago...
that I am for certain… I am certain, it traveled on innumerable occasions up the 1/4 mile drive to my grandma and grandpa’s house and barn… This image is loved! And though it looked different back in the day… the idea is just the same. And I am certain, by experience that it traveled many...
and only two ways you can travel to get “away” from the Farm. Neither are bisected for miles. They are curvy dirt roads that pass other homes, many fences, and a number of windmills. If you travel to the north, there is only one place you can go… to the junction headed into Brady… First…...
would bring many a beautiful view. This image is loved! This image is loved! This image is loved! This image is loved! This image is loved! And an animal or two… but eventually as he returned home, he would have come up the drive once again… (and, no… the image isn’t leaning, the land and...
worked from “home.” If you could actually call it that. When I was a young girl… likely pre-teen, though my memory evades my age, my Grand-dad would take me up “to the hills.” In the same truck I photographed in this post, we would travel with a few turns and one long winding road… one...
of the Farm, just won’t be the same as the generations of our family transition into new parts of our lives. This swing, for example, This image is loved! Only exists in my Adult Memory; but I hope that between the images and the memory, it will be something both the boys remember for many...
that my Grand-dad will never have either… Memories of the fire pit by night… This image is loved! This image is loved! and the view beyond it…by day… This image is loved! This image is loved! or the laughter of the boys as they whisper, wrestle and play. This image is loved! This image is...
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