My Instead: I mounted a derelict tractor resting by the side of the road.
Annette and I were on
the Missouri highways again, going back to Farmington. Our visit with her
parents was a complete delight and the warm memories are neatly tucked away. Annette
figured the adventures were over, but not so much when I’m on board.
We were about an hour
into our drive when I spotted this old tractor at the side of the highway.
Stop! We looked around to make sure the chance of being caught was at a
minimum. I was in the driver’s seat before Annette could get the camera ready.
As always when I’m this close to a tractor, thoughts of my grandpa bloom in my
head. The farmer in me is always only an imagery away.
Later, we found an
antique mall that we explored for quite a while, but neither of us wanted
anymore stuff to populate our homes. I guess we are getting to that age to
purge, rather than to accumulate. And speaking of purging, we drove by a littered
yard with a trailer and more debris than what is left behind in a tornado’s
path…America the beautiful. But a photographer’s dream.
Annette and I continued on
our way back to familiar Farmington…always enjoying the journey.
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