On a train journey out west, we saw countless abandoned farms slumbering. Forgotten. only remnants of fences and battered Barns remain, succumbing to Mother Nature’s ceaseless push to tidy up now that no one is using that old barn.
On a train journey out west, we saw countless abandoned farms slumbering. Forgotten. only remnants of fences and battered Barns remain, succumbing to Mother Nature’s ceaseless push to tidy up now that no one is using that old barn.
Picking My Battles 