.....took three hours.
Far and away....
....off the beaten path....
....where mares graze and foals cavort....
....and yellow sweetclover perfumes the air....
....a very small brown sign warns: DANGER!
But no danger lurked; only the pleasure of a lovely morning....
....full of photo ops.
(I call this one Pond Scum.)
Walters Creek east of Quincy.
He called to me -
bob-white, bob-white. It has been years since I last saw one of these little quail.
"How green was my Valley that day, too, green and bright in the sun."
(Richard Llewellyn)
Weathered old barn in the hamlet of Brooks. My
Brooks Boy, Bud, tells me that when he attended the two story, frame school that stood on the lot in front of this barn years ago, there was a basketball court in the barn's hayloft.
As I crossed the East Nodaway River south of Brooks, there was a heron standing near this sandbar. He flew when I backed up to take a picture. A photo op that
flew the coop.
During all my young years on the farm, if someone stopped and asked directions to Brooks, it was, "a mile and half west, a mile north, a mile west, turn right when you come to the tree in the middle of the intersection. Following that road will take you into Brooks." It just hasn't been the same since the red cedar tree was cut down and the green and white street signs went up.
The Fairview school house was across the road from Fairview Church. Some of the Vacation Bible School classes were held there in June, after regular school was out for the summer.
Bull thistles in the ditch near....
....the West Branch of the 102 River south of
The Little House....
.... and northeast of the little house where we once lived.
Lastly, west of the Kent corner ....
"While there's life, there's hope." (Marcus Tullius Cicero)
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