On my journey back toward home down Piney Woods Church Road, an unexpected brown and white horse trotted over to the barbed wire fence in a pasture that had previously been empty. The horse seemed enthused about receiving attention, perhaps because he or she (I did not bother to investigate which) was all alone in the field. I suspect I will visit with him to provide head and neck scritchings on many future walks.
I walked Piney Woods Church Road in the mid-morning, after a light rain. This water droplet was about to fall; before I could take a second photograph, it was gone.
Number Thirteen, a cow born sometime in 2012, stares watchfully at the photographer as he makes his evening rounds along Piney Woods Church Road.
On my walk down Piney Woods Church Road late this afternoon, I stopped to watch a cow enjoying a salt lick in a pasture.
Near sunset, a patch of tall grasses holds the waning light. This view is looking toward Hutcheson Ferry Road, from the edge of Piney Woods Church Road.
More fallen leaves lying on the bed of Piney Woods Church Road — I find endless inspiration in the changing combinations of autumnal leaves and stones. This is a rich palette indeed.
For today, I offer a dreamy view into a sunlit horse pasture, early morning, Piney Woods Church Road.
On a frenzied day, I found time to dash out to Piney Woods Church Road, walk it end to end, and take a few photographs. The air was warm and very dry; passing cars stirred up the dust. I long for rain to moisten the air and bring a bit of mystery back into this familiar landscape. Meanwhile, I find endless satisfaction in autumn leaves.
From today’s afternoon walk down Piney Woods Church Road, I offer these two simple images: a greenbrier leaf with the shadow of a thorn behind it; and the feathery seeds f a wild rush. The breeze was blowing fairly steadily; every couple of minutes, it would still enough to take a shot of the rush. I spent quite a few minutes beside the road, waiting for stillness.
After time away from the fascinating worlds of muscadine tendrils, I return for this image from my late-afternoon walk along Piney Woods Church Road. A woody tendril from another year coils and re-coils in a dance among the trees.
