Last November, we drove to Yellow Springs, Ohio--and we stayed at an old farmhouse-turned-B&B for a night. Surrounded by cornfields and not much else, I stood in solidarity with the trees, as leafless (read: naked) and imperfect as they were in that early morning light.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Rural Ohio
Last November, we drove to Yellow Springs, Ohio--and we stayed at an old farmhouse-turned-B&B for a night. Surrounded by cornfields and not much else, I stood in solidarity with the trees, as leafless (read: naked) and imperfect as they were in that early morning light.
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