During my last visit to Illinois, I woke up one morning to discover a heavy fog. I told my father I was headed out to take fog pictures. His only comment was “Don’t get lost in the fog.” I didn’t think too much about that comment, but soon discovered daddy wasn’t too far off.
I ended up at what used to be my grandparent’s farm. The farm is owned by one cousin and the land is farmed by another cousin. The house has been bulldozed down and I’m afraid the barn won’t last much longer. The windmill still stands proud and tall, serving in my eyes as a landmark and reminder of my childhood. When looking back through these photos I can’t get over how trees have popped up in places that used to be bare. Of course, I remember what the farm was like some 50 + years ago….. I also noticed, while taking these pictures, a strange mist forming, blurring my vision somewhat — or was it tears?