This is what happens with the moon, a slow shutter speed, and a twirling hand.
Friday, I climbed on a bus, rolled out of the city, and drank in the rural life at a community-supported farm in Maryland. It was sensory overload:
Taste
Homemade gumbo with big shrimp and an herb called lovage. Yeah, LOVE-AGE.Touch
Juicy figs at the farmers market.
Counting sales of fresh snap peas and radishes.Smell
Home-brewing beer took us late into the night. The sour smell of hops kept us going.Sight
Nathan took this one. Sunset over the barn.Sound
The happiest pup in the world, Bear was huffing and smiling at the market.
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