Riding out in the country is fulfilling with old buildings, trees and memories of things past. I don’t know what these things are but I let my imagination fill in the facts.
One of the hardest things to do when riding around looking for things to photograph is to actually stop, look and quit chattering, so we do just that. One of the neatest things we saw was an old Ford, most of which was obscured by the small barn surrounding it.
It is good to revisit places previously photographed to experience the changes that time brings and here are my latest impressions of the Central Roller Mill. The red rocker with the detached leg is new to me and the other items are slowly aging.