Today, all you get is pictures. I rambled around the Ney area, a little town a few miles south of here, in my pick-up truck and froze my fingers taking these.
A frozen Lick Creek taken from a Bostator Rd. bridge
An old grainary in the middle of a field. There were no other buildings of any kind near by.
A lonely, little old white barn, in the middle of a field all by itself.
Some thistles along a fence row against a late January sky.
Me thinks, this barn may be beyond repair.
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