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Love this farm, these images. Simply beautiful in that same way you write.
ReplyDeleteWere you here for an event? Looking for an explanation behind the photos.
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!
DeleteBeautiful 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.....
ReplyDeleteGet 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. :)
DeleteWonderful 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!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bill. I appreciate the compliments!
DeleteCool photos- you nailed it in composition. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa. It was a lovely place.
DeleteYes, these photos are beautifully composed. I need to get out more ...
ReplyDeleteDon't we all. :) Thanks, Teresa.
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