Beautiful Lake Erie. I've always loved this spot by a park in Huron.
I passed this field outside of town so many times as a child. Always looking for the sheep.
Rolling fields of hay, corn, and beans dotted with trees and farms. Gorgeous Ohio.
Winter wheat fields, green before everything else in the spring, swaying in the breeze.
“The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.” Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio
Linked up at Texifornia.
