Saturday, May 29, 2010

Saturday afternoon just off the highway.

One thing I really love about the south is that you can pull off most any main road and find an old house or tobacco barn. They all seem to represent a slightly more simple life when we did not worry about Greek or Spanish debt, or massive oil spills and corporate corruption. I know that it was a time that held its own worries and problems, but those issues seem solvable whereas today's I am not so sure.


Brookberry Girl said...

I'm right there with you. I want to go into that house and walk its rooms and imagine the previous owners warming themselves by the fireplaces and eating a hearty homecooked meal made from all the harvest from the fields, after a hard days' work. It wasn't nearly so complicated back then because they still took time to sit on the porch and mull over life's molehills, hopefully before they turned into mountains. Their true treasures were what we should all treasure...respecting each other and taking care of our little plots of earth.

oldpoetsoul said...

Lovely photos, BG.