“Dreams come true and then they die. It’s time for new ones to come along. But the old ones still stand strong holding all the memories.” This quote comes from my mom and this post is for her. I like the quote and I liked her thought behind it. For her one of her dreams is coming to an end and it’s sad. It’s hard to watch something like that die. But it leaves room for something new. This tree above has had some life to it for the five years that we’ve known it. And then it finally died this year. But it still stands, tall and strong and holding all the memories of the past five years. And Mom I want to let you know that I am so proud of you and how hard you worked for your dream and even though it’s coming to a close just think of everything that awaits and the new dreams that will come.
Windows down. Music on. Country breeze blowing through my hair. The smell of corn and wet soil. No one around, but those naturally intended.
This was shot on an old lot that held a home. At one time it was a home that housed a family, hopefully wrapped in love and memories. A place that no longer stands. All that’s left is the rubble of broken glass and bricks. An old swing tied in a tree. The sun melting deep in the back, surrounded in cornfields and stale life.