I went for a nice neighborhood walk this afternoon. The skies were blue, accented with white puffy clouds. The sun was high in the sky, lighting up the deepest hollers and crevasses. The birds were chattering, sharing local tales and giving directions to the best neighborhood feeders. Heck, even the neighborhood grump had a smile on his face. It is November but felt more like September. Indian Summer, I suppose.
Along the way, I stopped to capture a few photos of an abandoned farm across the street. The farm sits on the other side of the neighborhood pond and up until a few years ago was filled with dogs, farm animals and people. I often wonder what happened to them. Where did they all go?