This photo is from my parents back yard. You may know that this would be in Indiana. Indiana has it's moments of beauty. Maybe not striking as the in the West, but beauty none the less.
There are times, especially September and October, I miss Indiana deeply. The smells and colors are just not the same expierince here in Colorado. But why in the hell am I thinking about fall when it isn't even spring?
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