Sunday, April 5, 2009
The other day I had to travel to the neighboring town of West Point. On the ride home I stopped at Freeport, which is where one of my German ancestors supposedly hopped off the boat to start a new life.
This field is on the left as you drive down to the water. Speaking of new life, the entire field was loaded with new grass and tiny white flowers that almost looked like snow (pictured very poorly in the foreground here).
My focus was almost exclusively on the field and whether or not someone was going to drive up and ask me what I was doing. In the end what stands out is the sky, which I didn't even notice at the time.