Sometimes “the back way” means a little-known shortcut. Other times, it means the more scenic route. I make the 480 mile trek back and forth between west central Florida and the mountains of north Georgia several times a year, and I refuse to take the interstate highway. That, of course, results in a trip that is at least 1.5 hours longer than it needs to be.
I’m good with that. I don’t have to sit at complete attention, alert to what the cars around me might do at 80 mph, because there are very few other cars. I can set the cruise control and truly cruise for an hour or more at a time. I can, and do, stop whenever I feel like it, even if it means abruptly turning around for something I missed. In this case, it was an old abandoned farmhouse standing guard in front of a very healthy field of Georgia corn. Once I had rolled to a stop, standing alone in the morning sun and hot breeze, listening to the rustle of corn silk, I forgot about the house and was smitten by the corn.
How about the clouds overhead watching the corn grow.
Good job!
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Hi Kathleen, I enjoy your blogs and photography very much. My favorite blog was the one about “culling” and I have tried to incorporate that into my life. I am curious where you live in Florida- we live in Oldsmar- near Tampa. Seems we have a lot in common – Florida, Big Canoe and a passion for photography. I look forward to meeting you in person. Sandra
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Thanks so much for the encouragement, Sandra. We live in Homosassa, about an hour north. That’s pretty close! I look forward to meeting you, too…perhaps at next BC photo club meeting?
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Love the textures in the grass the corn and the clouds! Nice image Kathy!
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Thanks!
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Mmmmmm…..farming. Hopefully the next phase of my life.. Very nice.
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