On one of our country drives we came across this super awesome barn. I've never seen one exactly like it around here. Can't tell if it was to store cotton , or what, but it had an old wagon underneath.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
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The Country
On one of our country drives we came across this super awesome barn. I've never seen one exactly like it around here. Can't tell if it was to store cotton , or what, but it had an old wagon underneath.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
These are some close ups of an old abandoned house we found. I love the old doorways and the abstract quality of decay.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
This time of year, you may be treated to a sea of pink as you head down the highway. Peach trees are in bloom. The pasture grass under them is fresh spring green and the sky is blue. If you're really lucky, you'll pass by them when a rain is coming, and soft dark grey skies light up the ribbon of pink blossoms and bright grass…
Anytime, it is a sight.
Photos and words by Rebecca Wood
I went for a woods walk Easter morning to see what signs of spring were happening. I found an old downed tree with the most amazing shelf fungi! Take a look -
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We came across this old country store. stores like this used to be one every little community. It's where you got your feed for horses and men, cornmeal, coffee, and liniment for aching muscles, or some penny candy. This one has a farm stand next to it. Disappearing markers of days gone by.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
I love to drive out in the country..... pastures, trees and sky, and old falling down places are what do it for me. Sometimes you may just catch a glimpse of some old place out of the corner of your eye as you speed down a country road. Usually, the remains are half hidden beneath vines and trees overgrowing it, and you wonder if it's worth it to turn around and go back. I stopped for this one, and trespassed a little to get a better look. The old house was gone, but the pecan trees and outbuildings remain. An old well, and a tiny cabin.
Photos and words by Rebecca Wood
I love to ride out in the country, looking at pastures, trees and sky. I got these lovely photos capturing a storm blowing over.
Photos and words by Rebecca Wood
I passed through the remains of an old town, Appalachee on a recent grey day. I poked my head inside this old storefront, and saw amazing abstract layers of texture and color. Feast your eyes.
Photos and words by Rebecca Wood
Here's some great textures from a rainy day walk through an old town.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
I love these winter days where the air is so clear and the sun is so bright, and the sky is so blue. The sky is a thrilling shade of deep, bright blue that rivets the senses. The sunlight glints so on the pasture grasses, it feels like heaven.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
In between rains, I took a walk in the woods and was bewitched by beeches glowing in the woods. Soon, the bronze leaves will be pushed off by new growth. Here's a few pics.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
Today we have invited our friend and artist Hope Hilton to share slice of life in the country. Thanks Hope!
The sunset might be my favorite thing about living in the country. It’s that light that you get at dusk - it makes everything glow golden. It’s the kind of light that reminds me of the dinner bell ringing when I was a kid. The sun’s going down, it’s time for supper. There it goes...
photos and words by Hope Hilton
I hate to tell all you northerners up there, but spring has sprung early down here. We have had such a mild winter so far that all the daffodils are up and blooming. I went out to the botanical garden to see what else was going on. Only camellias, daffodils, witch hazels, star magnolias, daphnes and hellebores, to say nothing of the winter jasmine! Here's a secret all southern gardeners know : you can have flowers 12 months of the year. here's a few specimen
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photos and words by Rebecca Wood
The other morning I looked out and the fields were white as snow. A hard frost coated everything in snow white crystals. I put on my warmest clothes and headed out to inspect the beauty.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
photos by Rebecca Wood
Over the holidays, my friend and I decided to check out some other "Stone Mountains" near the big, famous Stone mountain southeast of Atlanta. There are two smaller granite domes nearby that you can also visit. First, we went to the next biggest dome, at Panola State Park. There's lots of little trails there where you can observe the granite outcroppings and the plant life that survives there. Isay survives because during hot summer droughts these plants and lichens are baked for days on end, but when the rains come, the natural depressions in the rock spring to life, each pool it's own mini ecosystem. You can't hike to the top of panel mountain yet ( a trail is promised ),but you can see it.
We then went to the smallest dome, Little Arabia Mountain, also a state park, and were pleased to find we could climb up it. We found our way by stone cairns set every so often. the puddles reflected the blue sky. The wind was gentle and the rocks were warm. A great place to go.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
Camellias are as southern as fried chicken and pecan pie. They used to be a lot more popular than they are now. They are slow growing and take years to get to this glorious stage; a big, thick, tall shrub,full of blooms. This one is at least 40 years old. Worth the wait.
photos by Rebecca Wood
The sun came up over the frosty fields the other day, creating glinting white light reflected everywhere. Looks like glory.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
Last week we had a big frost. I headed out to the meadow to look and see. Mind-blowing subtle beauty!
photos and words by Rebecca Wood
I don't know the name of these winter weeds, but they are so pretty with their dark leaves and white white seeds flowering out. A transient beauty fixing to blow away.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood