My brother Max lives on this farm now outside the city. He is one of the children of the family that hosted/sponsored my mother and I for the first years of our lives here in America. I enjoyed walking around the farm and looking at the decaying apple orchard. It was very still and quiet, it looked like all of the dead apples were waiting for something that would happen any minute.
Beautiful. I am happy I went for this walk. This trip comes at a time when I am applying for graduate school and having a difficult time expressing myself fully in the essays I am writing. This requires a lot of mental effort compared to writing for this blog. I am trying to write this way but it is very difficult. I hope you enjoy these images, I really like the patterns here in the Appalachian foothills.