A Dream Farm
One can't easily describe a Dream Farm when asked to describe one. When I first saw this homestead it was early morning and the light was playing it's magic upon the golden green earth. Breathing deeply one could smell the fresh cut field and the green grass. It was one of those moments that transported you and your imagination to another time and place. I didn't want to leave or close my eyes for fear that it might disappear. I had the feeling this was my Shangri-La moment.
May you find your Shangri-La.
A re-make of an old photo I took many years ago. Taken outside of Davenport, Washington on highway 2 heading East.
A Dream Farm
One can't easily describe a Dream Farm when asked to describe one. When I first saw this homestead it was early morning and the light was playing it's magic upon the golden green earth. Breathing deeply one could smell the fresh cut field and the green grass. It was one of those moments that transported you and your imagination to another time and place. I didn't want to leave or close my eyes for fear that it might disappear. I had the feeling this was my Shangri-La moment.
May you find your Shangri-La.
A re-make of an old photo I took many years ago. Taken outside of Davenport, Washington on highway 2 heading East.