same song, different verse

We've had so much rain in the past few days...the creek is over its banks in Harry Griffin Park.




It's quite a different sight than when we were there painting not too long ago.

disappearing

Old barns can be seen beside secondary highways in this North Georgia area. Most have been abandoned, left standing simply because it costs too much to tear them down. There's beauty in the rusted tin roofs, weathered timbers and simple architecture. These structures are fast disappearing, and it's sad that we don't seem to see them at all. We're in such a rush getting from Point A to Point B that we hardly notice these icons of an era inhabited by our grandparents. I sometimes imagine a barn, newly built, with its farm implements hanging on hooks, the sweet smell of hay and the scurry of mouse feet.

Butterfly Award!!

Deborah Wilson gave me this wonderful Butterfly Award because she likes my photographs. I'm honored. You can visit Deborah's blog "Corridors" at http://deborahwilson.blogspot.com/. Now I'm passing along the award to some of my favorite bloggers...I'm working on the list now.