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Hackstock Family Farm
A V i s i t i n S p r i n g t i m e |
 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 |
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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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© 2005 R.L. Herron |