I have such a nostalgic view of corn fields. I was born in Indiana, in the United States' Midwest. Beyond our backyard was a corn field that we could walk through to get to my uncle's house. Our outdoor cat Rebecca would run ahead of us, and we'd lose her at some point along the... Continue Reading →
Rust
For a Pic and a Word Challenge #22: Rust. Sometimes I feel like ripping off my entire face but then in a moment an instance I realize that I have all the time in the world stretched out in front of me to make my life what it needs to be what I need it... Continue Reading →