At Round Swamp I stopped to take a photo a hay field but found this photo on the other side of the road more interesting.
Musing:
From Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care."
Wow - whoever strung that barbed-wire had a pretty good level ...
ReplyDeleteYes is was the way the fence so perfectly followed the horizon and the loneliness of that tree that attracted me to this scene.
ReplyDeleteI am a country town girl, not a farm girl, so don't know anything about stringing fences.