Upwards of 90°, driving down country roads with a sound like that of driving through Rice Krispies. Tar bubbles. Generally found on less traveled roads before they have a chance to throw gravel down. This is the country equivalent to popping bubble wrap! (See you get excited just reading bubble wrap.) Its a liberating feeling driving down the road, windows down & the fresh popping of hot tar beneath your tires.
A very fun and happy childhood memory, only we used our bare feet & grubby hands.
I chuckle as I cast my line out thinking how many parents take their children fishing, the most patient past time, for the most impatient at heart.
Relaxing and stressful all in the same hand, unless of course you’re fishing upstream in Alaska during salmon season, haha!
I hit the local ‘pay here to fish’ pond, simply to relax & a decent place to watch the sun melt beyond the trees in front of me. I love nothing more than summer country nights!
As a child I was often ‘required’ to help in the garden. Somehow I always got stuck in the green bean row. Weeding and picking the beans. It was unreal how many beans could grow in a number of rows. Then, snapping them, at each end. However, fresh green beans are so crisp and delicious!!!! Mom was kind enough to bring me a bag of pre snapped fresh green beans! <3!
We all want to b a kid again. Back when things were simple. We didn’t have to do ‘adult things’. If we were raised right we had responsibility, but nothing could prepare us for what the future holds. In highschool I was said to have some of the most strict parents in town. I wasn’t allowed to call boys. No phone in my room. Boys certainly were NOT allowed upstairs. The list goes on. If I remember correctly I spent 3/4 of my highschool years grounded. I’m thankful for that. I respected my parents, just not as much as I should have.
Parents and children have such a bond that is irreplaceable. In belief that things go well, its a bond never to be broken. In the terrible event trust is lost early into the relationship, its often hard to fix and carry on.
Shot outside my house watching childhood memories.
This photo reminds me of my childhood. The reason I’m drawn to train tracks. My grandma lived next to tracks. She made everything better. So sensible. A strong, loving, caring & beautiful woman.
I feel a sense of freedom. Standing there looking into the endless existence.
This particular track is about 12 stories above a lake. 90 years old. Solid. How was something so complex built so long ago.
It amazes me how we are where we are from where we’ve come.
Today was a fantastic day! Some great conversation, willingness, friendship & country roads. Lots of country roads <3!