As we pack up this old Hacienda we’ve called home for the past seven months, I find it hard to not imagine all of the stories that have taken place within these walls and on this property. As a piece of property surrounded by Native lands, one might imagine the sorrow, anger, displacement that may have (probably) occurred as outsiders…
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Linking up to the 2012 Color Photography Project hosted by An Offering of Love and Insert Metaphor
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Linking up to the 2012 Color Photography Project hosted by An Offering of Love and Insert Metaphor
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Linking up to the 2012 Color Photography Project hosted by An Offering of Love and Insert Metaphor
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Smell: The crisp spring air, the blossoming of flowers, the warm earth longing for seeds to be sown… Taste: Crunchy baby carrots and just picked greens… Feel: The sweet softness of newly buzzed hair…and the makings of a mohawk… Hear: The sweet morning coo’s of happy chickens… See: The absolute trust of a new puppy in a loved one’s lap…
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Linking up to the 2012 Color Photography Project hosted by An Offering of Love and Insert Metaphor
