Driving past Page Belcher Golf Course. Would rather be golfing....Glad to have blue sky--helps my psyche.
This old tractor is buried alongside 33rd W Ave amongst wild weeds. I am sure the weeds have no idea that this machine could annihilate them--I would like to see that happen.
I think one could find new things along the way every day, and to ponder the story behind that old building, that twisted tree, the crook in the road for no reason....life puts the pages of a book in our path if we'd just slow down to read them.
This old tractor is buried alongside 33rd W Ave amongst wild weeds. I am sure the weeds have no idea that this machine could annihilate them--I would like to see that happen.
I think one could find new things along the way every day, and to ponder the story behind that old building, that twisted tree, the crook in the road for no reason....life puts the pages of a book in our path if we'd just slow down to read them.
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