Indian Summer. It's those few weeks in late fall that dare you to live. Those moments where you cannot stand to be indoors one more minute.
So you determine to go. Over-the-ridge-and-into-the-valley. Just to slaughter mundane.
|:kate essentials: camera.bible.boots.|
Little things - in the ruins of what once must have been a landmark on the main road. And now it's gone.
Mushrooms live in the hand-hewn beams.
Cattle always are more then willing to pose - this fellow particularly so ~
Here's his timeline of popcorn-and-soda consumption, while he watched me clamber around the old barn and foundations.
|i really thought he was coming to eat *me* so I bravely hid behind a tree. turns out he liked osage oranges better then eating people. ha.|
This is where Kate decided to try to improve her ability to use the timer on her camera. And because she was spending quality time with the foundation of an old house, it quickly became morbid. Her advance apologies. And she'll now come out of third-person.
Even brown is eye-catching...
Here's a re-found favorite verse from my younger teen years - and one that got some serious re-thinking. To the sound of a chipmunk's chatter, who soundly disliked my presence.
'You are [Sarah's] children, if you do good and do not fear anything that is frightening.'
'Do not fear anything that is frightening' - think about that. What a goal to strive and achieve! So help me God.
[Kate-has-been-learning] Beauty comes in the littlest things. <3
Go take a Hike. Go run in the fresh air. Go live.