yep, it's pink....

weekend drives in the country with my hubby are something i cherish. he stops and turns around for anything i point at or turn my neck for. as i get out of the car with my camera and cross through fields while questioning the roadside weeds i'm tromping through, wondering if there's any poison ivy or snakes waiting to attack my ankles, he waves to me with his "have fun, be careful" wave.

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i climb back in the car with a satisfied smile, hoping my camera caught what my eyes saw and off we go again. we use a gps so that we can purposely stay off the main roads. and if god forbid we get on one, we do everything we can to get right back off.

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last weekend we came across a farm filled with old beaten up cars and trucks. some were awful but one was pink and its bed was filled with flowers. well kind of. but you know what i mean. they were weeds and the truck had become one with the ground after years of neglect. but still it was beautiful.

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and

the other old rotten completely useless vehicles. well they were a little too far onto the property for me. there was a house still being lived in based on the ragged curtains hanging lopsided in the windows and i was pretty sure the owner had a rifle he was cleaning for the upcoming deer season.

and

that day

i just wasn't in the mood for any confrontations

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