362/365: God’s Country
The old saying is “Home is were the heart is” and although if you were to ask me were my home is I’d probably say Stillwater because that’s were I live and the place I love, my home is truly were this old pond sits along side the green pastures.
Shell Knob has been and will for always be the place that I call home, it was where I was raised. I don’t make it back to Shell Knob except for maybe once or twice a year, but when I do I like to go out to the pastures and just sit and listen for a while.
Through my years as a photographer, and more with this project, I’ve learned that sometimes you just have to sit and listen to your surroundings. Even if I have my camera hanging around my neck, I just let it hang and I just listen.
It really allows me to clear my head, and helps me take better photos from time to time.
Today I went to that place which is always calling my to my heart, so I decided to show some photos of home.
This pond is on my way home, and is a place that is near and dear to my heart. The lake with the bridge is from a spot up the road from a friend.
Nothing to special about how I took these photos, just wanted to share them.