My 52: Week 40

Remember that old house we found a few weeks ago? The one with the buzzard on top? Well, I was trying to get a shot of the bird taking off, and stood there focused on him for the longest time. Then, just when I decided to glance away, he flew off. Go figure. Needless to say, I didn’t have time to focus on him as he took off, and this is what I ended up with. Sort of reminds me of something one might see in a horror movie.

Buzzards, Tobacco and the Colors of Fall

After playing at the park for a few hours this afternoon, we went for a little drive. The colors are beginning to change. Fall is most definitely on its way.

I love seeing all the differences between Kentucky and up North. One of the things we aren’t used to seeing is tobacco. There are fields and fields of tobacco. After it is cut, it is hung to dry in the barn. Almost every open barn we pass is full of tobacco. It smells very strong, but not at all like I would expect it to smell.

We stuck to the driveway of this old house, but we couldn’t help but pull over to take a few pictures. The house has definitely been there for a day or two. Whenever we stumble upon something like this, I find myself imagining what it must have been like back in its day. Fresh paint, sheer curtains blowing in the breeze, kids playing in the yard. A much different scene from today.

It didn’t appear as though anyone was home, except the old buzzard…