One afternoon last week, we were on our way to Motor Man’s parents’ house. I was driving and mentioned how pretty the clouds were. Motor Man asked if I wanted a picture, so I pulled over, and he took this.
As I’ve been looking through the photos on my computer this week, this one keeps catching my eye. I think it’s not only the beautiful blue of the clouds, but also the green grass and the gold of the freshly harvested winter wheat in the foreground.
And then, of course, the stately old home, known as the Jordan House, in the background. Although vacant with its windows boarded up, it’s still standing proud.
I think I need to hand the camera over to Motor Man more often.
these days of mine 