the Hackstock Family Farm
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A Quiet Road In...

...Past Fields and Trees That Silently Watch....

Whispering Among Themselves...

...Wondering Who the Latest Visitors Might Be

The Old Barn Sits Quietly in the Spring Rain

Farm Tools at Rest

The Old Grand Haven Trail Emerges

The Woods Behind the House are a Magical Place

Even the Unused Chicken Coop has a Quiet Dignity

The Spreader Sits Quietly, Unused

A Barn Window Untended

A Lot of Character in a West End Window

The Tractor Sits Ready

Waiting for the Family Patriarch

Color & Texture in the Field

The Driveway Crest

A Swing Becomes a Royal Throne

The Gnarled Old Apple Tree

Walking His Farm

Always a Glow Within

The Hackstock Family Farm

There are those who say that places have souls, just like the people who dwell within them. If that's true, then this is a place with a calm and restful soul and a joyous, welcoming heart. You can almost feel it waiting, patiently, for the next event to happen, to add a memory to the many others that already linger within. It is a place of character and dignity. A place of beauty.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," as the popular cliche goes. But beauty is everywhere, particularly here, if you just take the time to see it.

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