Because sometimes a flower needs to make its own brightness.
Last weekend, my father (Wil Bloy) and I went out for dinner in Roxbury (Dorf Haus, best fish fry in Dane County). At the back of the restaurant’s garden sits an antique farm rake across from a beautiful willow tree. Because it was Dad’s birthday, we decided to take a few pictures.
Continue reading Birthday in the country
Don’t you wonder… Who sat behind the wheel of this tractor?
Where was their farm? When was the last time someone used this tractor to work a field?
Continue reading Rusty Deere
While biking the Capital City State Trail the other day, I saw something along side that I hadn’t noticed before, a small junk yard, mostly filled with old tractors.
Continue reading Tractor graveyard
Today at Blue Mound State Park, I discovered if the clouds are just right, you can really see how the town (and park) were named.
The colors in the view from the east observation tower reminded me of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Continue reading On top of Blue Mound