There is a field along I29 in North Fargo that I love.
I've been meaning to stop for ... oh, about six years now, with the idea to stop and snap a few photos.
It's beauty always grabs me.
Sometimes it's foggy.
Sometimes cows are grazing.
Sometimes it's holding up a sunset.
And sometimes it's just still.
I love it in all its forms.
The tree line along the avenue is gorgeous, and I've always wondered what lay on the other side, hidden from view as I drive to and from work and all points southwest.
Turns out, it was a gate.
And another treeline.
And apparently, a discarded toilet seat.
Who knew?
Realizing the field shots weren't really that interesting, I glanced around for inspiration.
It wasn't until the drive out that I noticed the dripping.
Ladies and gentlemen?
I give you ... the dripping.
After that toilet seat, I bet you were worried about exactly what was dripping, weren't ya?
You're welcome.
I've been meaning to stop for ... oh, about six years now, with the idea to stop and snap a few photos.
It's beauty always grabs me.
Sometimes it's foggy.
Sometimes cows are grazing.
Sometimes it's holding up a sunset.
And sometimes it's just still.
I love it in all its forms.
The tree line along the avenue is gorgeous, and I've always wondered what lay on the other side, hidden from view as I drive to and from work and all points southwest.
Turns out, it was a gate.
And another treeline.
And apparently, a discarded toilet seat.
Who knew?
Realizing the field shots weren't really that interesting, I glanced around for inspiration.
It wasn't until the drive out that I noticed the dripping.
Ladies and gentlemen?
I give you ... the dripping.
After that toilet seat, I bet you were worried about exactly what was dripping, weren't ya?
You're welcome.
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