Habits are difficult to break. When Maddie is ready for her walk we know where we are going, up the hill, between the church and cemetery
and down to the Snyder homestead.
Once we cross the stream and turn to our right Maddie tenses. The aging black lab is tied up outside and always barks a welcome. We walk as quickly as possible pass the lady and continue on to the sheep farm.
Crossing over another stream the silos are now ahead. But before we reach the silos, there sitting on an aging concrete slab is an aging combine.
I would always look at its industrial beauty but never felt comfortable leaving the road to see the beauty in its demise, until now . . .
Thank you for walking with me! Come back soon!