Tonight I was telling a group of friends about a farm I pass each day on the way to and from work. It is old, not fancy, but I never tire of how it looks in different lights and seasons.
These are some photos of my favourite farm. Look carefully and you will see they are the same trees, but God dresses them so beautifully in the light and atmosphere, that you would hardly guess it.
In this house lives a recluse. The driveway is overgrown with weeds and a chain blocks entrance to visitors. A sign is hammered to a fence post, "No Trespassing." All alone he lives--I sometimes wonder about his story, and what he does in his house, all alone.