Shepard's Hill Farm, Montgomery, Minnesota

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Location: Montgomery, MN, USA

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  1. Minnesota Prairie RootsSeptember 11, 2014 at 7:39 AM

    Love this farm, these images. Simply beautiful in that same way you write.

    Were you here for an event? Looking for an explanation behind the photos.

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    1. Emily BrisseSeptember 11, 2014 at 8:24 PM

      Hi Audrey, yes I was there for a wedding earlier this summer. Such a beautiful, tranquil spot. I couldn't help sneaking away from dinner to snap a few shots!

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  2. shoreacresSeptember 11, 2014 at 7:50 PM

    Beautiful images. The pattern on the barn door (next to last) reminds me of one of my mother's needlepoint stitches. It also reminds me that I kept some of her canvas and thread, and swore I was going to do some stitching. Ummmhmmmm.....

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    1. Emily BrisseSeptember 11, 2014 at 8:25 PM

      Get to it! If you are even a bit as good stitching canvas and thread together as you are words and paragraphs, I'd love to see what you come up with. :)

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  3. WildBillSeptember 19, 2014 at 11:53 AM

    Wonderful photo essay. Your photographs are catching up to your writing which is the absolute best! I see a real pattern here. All good. No, all great!

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  4. Lisa GoyneOctober 2, 2014 at 3:40 PM

    Cool photos- you nailed it in composition. :)

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  5. Teresa EvangelineOctober 13, 2014 at 5:31 AM

    Yes, these photos are beautifully composed. I need to get out more ...

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