The Journey

a bend in the road

Today was a good day for a drive through the country.  Snow melting. Sun shining.  Birds singing.  A feast for the eyes and soul.   

I chose my driver, my dear hubby who endures these little treks often, and naturally my camera wanted to go, too.  My photo “topic” today was roads. This winding road above was my favorite of the batch.

letting go

I had not set out to take photos of barns, but this one called to me.  She is falling apart, covered in vines, out in the middle of a field.  The old tree that used to give shade to the farm hands is all but gone, too.   

This kind of stuff inspires me, makes me think of where life takes us, and what we have to let go of along the way.  What have we learned?  How has it all changed us?  That’s just how my mind works.  

Today? I learned that what I may set out to do, thinking “I” know best, is not always (a.k.a. seldom) how it will go.  And this is okay.  Because it’s all about the journey and being open to those little lessons along the way.

 

Weathered

Weathered barn

Winter.
We all think of what the weather will be,
so we’ll know how to dress, where to travel,
what to plan.
The weather.
It takes it’s toll.  Yes, on us.
But also on everything around us.
Notice the rusty roof.
Barn boards, once red, now gray.
Paint peeling on the porch.
Tree branches in the yard. 
The name of the farm owner barely visible on the side of the barn.
White paint fading from the doors.
Who is there now? Another generation of the same family?
Do they remember what it was like to look from the barn window
back to the house?