Driving the backroads on our last trip I snapped pictures as
we passed by old buildings from bygone days.
I couldn't help wonder who tended these farms, planted crops, tried to
keep animals alive in the brutal winters and fiery summers. Hearty individuals to be sure. You wonder how many generations opened that
shed door, how many lives tramped across those fields and laughed and played
and loved here. So many lives beating
around us each day that we know nothing about.
Traveling, it's a great adventure and truly a time to do a little
reflecting on the souls of others around us.
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I do the same thing when we travel.
There was an old farmhouse I went into and looking out the old distorted window, I thought of how the mother looked down in the yard watching her children play.
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