*Darlene*:
It's that wonderful hour of twilight when the shadows are long, and the setting sun takes the chill off of the thawing landscape.
*Darlene*:
Did you paint me red because it was your favorite color, because that's all they had, or because it made it easier to find me come winter.
*Darlene*:
It's just so obvious that I've got no other words for it. Yep, caught between a rock and a hard place. :)
*Darlene*:
Many have come and gone, but never knowing that they would be her last family, they have become her most precious and her most longed for.
*Darlene*:
He's never felt useful through the winter, but it was intolerable to his self-worth to have heard he'll no longer be necessary come next spring either.
*Darlene*:
Recollections and yearnings to once again enjoy the open road traipse aimlessly through his thoughts, but there's no one to drive him there.
*Darlene*:
Funny story, honey! Remember that barn we used to have..., well..., let me tell you why you can no longer see it.
*Darlene*:
Even now, you could feel the love that built her, the love that filled her walls, and the sadness in the hearts of those that had to leave her, but she still smiles because her barn stayed.
*Darlene*:
I may have been left with a few more disjointed pieces than I used to have, but I'm 're-tired,' and it's all good by me.
*Darlene*:
She was the prettiest girl on the block when she was younger, and her dark eyes still reveal her faded beauty.
*Darlene*:
Even when the frosty winter winds seep through my battered walls, the perpetual evening sunsets behind me will once again warm me through before nightfall.
*Darlene*:
It's been decades since the Prentice box has had its flag raised, but the mailman still persists in passing by with the prospect that perhaps this will be the day. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
She still remembers when she was once loved and warm inside, but the outhouse doesn't recall the same.
*Darlene*:
They left her shattered and shivering in the unsympathetic depths of winter, but seeing her promptly lit my heart on fire.
*Darlene*:
My last "post" before heading out to spend the holidays with family. I look forward to enjoying all of your amazing photos once again after the 27th. Wishing every one of you wonderful people a truly lovely and joyous Christmas!
*Darlene*:
Don't you just hate it when your backside shifts before your frontside figures it should've.
*Darlene*:
Steadily sinking deeper into the ever growing grasses that help to warm him, but he's still a looker.
*Darlene*:
So lovely how the softness of newly fallen snow and the rigidness of cold structural steel are able to coexist in such tranquil harmony.
*Darlene*:
My mind still imagines that at the flush of each morning, the farmer stole a private moment to enjoy the view out his loft bedroom window as the day's long to-do list rattled through his thoughts.
*Darlene*:
Exhausted and tattered, he's no longer useful for the purpose in which he was built, but I think his bones are still quite lovely.
*Darlene*:
You're sitting a bit tilted, and you've lost a few things, but one thing you've found is a new admirer.
*Darlene*:
Whether they're large or small, the barn is always the boss of the farmyard, and they know it.
*Darlene*:
I wonder just how many of these disappearing sleeping giants this deserted rail line rolled by in a day while they still all stood proud.
*Darlene*:
Pick your partner and adhere to the buddy system at all times. Remain in close formation and enjoy your flight.
