I have this thing for farms. Given a choice between shooting an old farm like this and anything else in the world under the best lunar light - the farm wins - by a long shot. I don't know why. I suspect it has something to do with the wonderful memories of working the farm with my grandfather.

I hope to get out this week to take a few nice spring shots. The wild flowers are in bloom out at the lake.

Have a nice week, and get out there and take some pretty pictures!

Where is the master? Gathering herbs, off on the moutain, hidden by clouds. -Zen Saying

Listening to: Set it Off - Audioslave

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