A few weeks ago, my daughter and I took a quick trip to SW Georgia to see the farm house and walk in the trees. These are some of the paintings still hanging on the walls in the house. They were painted by my great-grandmother, Ella Valentine Fry. This first one was a favorite of mine while I was growing up. It was also my brother's favorite. There's something so quiet, peaceful and romantic about it that I often wished I could step right inside the image and pick up the oars of that canoe.
One of the great pleasures of walking around the farm is looking at the trees. Here is one that my friend Cindy Davis would like claim as a subject. I immediately named it Cindy's Tree.
I can't name this wildflower, but it was luminous.
Some of the pine trees my father planted several years ago.
We'd taken our Ace of Dogs with us, and he was wondering why I was such a slow-poke.
My daughter headed out on her own.
SW Georgia Morning Glories.
7 comments:
Kay, I love those beautiful trees.
The photo of Corey walking off down the road is a winning photo too.
Those big oaks are wonderful -- nothing like that on our mountain!
I call the trees all around the house my "green gods." Or goddesses--I had one that considered to be my "mother tree." My father thought they pretty close to being sacred. He took excellent care of them.
makes me almost want to take a trip home :)
The first painting is really lovely and intrigued me. A Native American woman in a boat byself, paddling away or going to something, I can't tell. Either way it struck my fancy.
What a lovely place to just be, walk, be inspired!
Thanks for a lttle view of home, Kay. The old oaks are my favorite trees. We had one about 300 years old right outside the window of my bedroom when I was a child. When I built my house on our farm we had a twisty-limb "Disney" oak at the edge of the yard.
Your photos bring back fond memories. Have a good visit. We will miss you.
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