As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.
Category: Sense of Place
Photo and caption by Ash 13ftfall
I like to visit old farms. There's a certain sense of history in them. Not just family history but history of a nation. History of us. These are people who, one acre at a time built societies. Denny is retired and a jack of many trades. He is fascinated by old cars and seems to collect the husks of them. He tells me he'll rebuild them all. But I think time is winning out on this struggle.
Location: mid michigan