Farm Frame

Farm Frame

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It is all Trish’s fault.

I was sitting there minding my own business as we drove the back roads, through one of Washington’s peninsulas, towards a cute little town for a day of shopping.

Okay: I did have my camera in my lap, but really, who could blame me? The day was crisp and the scenery was picturesque.

She said if I saw anything I’d like her to stop for—anything at all, just let her know.

So I said stop when I saw the pasture and the cows and the weathered barn behind them.

I ran like a fool across the road to stand a few inches off the edge of a tight two lane highway. I stood there patiently framing photos in the eyepiece as I felt traffic pass close by me. Then I tiptoed a little further, a bit more precariously off the edge, to make sure the power lines wouldn’t need to be Photoshopped out, and I took a few more photographs.

Now I’m stuck with these images of the pretty day and memories of the adventures with a great friend—and of the cars whizzing by.

All because of Trish.

Some friend, huh?

On the lamb

On the lamb

Road Trip aka How to Add 17 Hours to Your Drive Home

Road Trip aka How to Add 17 Hours to Your Drive Home