These pictures were taken this morning - They are views from my neighbors farm and they tell a story. At least, they tell a story to me. There is something about fence posts that moves me at a visceral level. I don't quite know what it is, but it's like there's a poem there, Emily Dickenson style. If the posts could talk, it would be in the voice of poetry.
This next picture tells a different story - the story of a family, a farm and a soldier. If you look closely you can see there are red, white and blue ribbons on these trees. A year ago these ribbons were placed on the trees lining this very small country lane in honor of a soldier, Justin Whiting, as he made his final journey past the farm and home of his youth to the tiny country church and the cemetery there.
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