A Drive In The Country

Casey visits a farm outside Harrisonville when Terry and I travel.  He has the run of two acres and the company of strays the owners have accumulated through the years as well as city dogs whose owners pay for the privileges of country living for their pets.  Along the way I became “displaced”.  I wasn’t lost, but country roads aren’t like city roads!  They wind and weave and seem to disappear into mud and gravel.

It was a great misadventure, inconvenient only by the fact it extended my trip.  But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to memorialize my country adventure with a few photographs.  An upcoming post will show you the fun I had processing one of the pictures I took.

Through the woods:


A grain silo:


A stereotypical red barn:


Hay for the cattle:


Have a great week.