So we were going over these pictures from one of our many trips to Frying Pan Park, when I looked around to realize that both the kids have wrapped themselves up in blankets, waiting for me to hatch them. What's a mom to do in a situation like this?
So I clucked away. And soon found us pecking at the ground, hiding from a hawk.
I love the farm colors.
Something about weathered paint really makes me happy.
Daylight lit barnyards, and the contrast of shadows.
Did I mention that we really want a pet goat.
The shapes and patterns of the functional, mixing with the wild randomness of nature.
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