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THE HEART OF A PHOTOGRAPH
"THE HEART OF A PHOTOGRAPH."
Down a winding highway through the hills, an old mill still stands near a small spring. It's bright red structure is protected by a family who is more than willing to share its story with anyone who may appreciate the history reflected in its steel roller wheels and the dusty shelves of its general store.
Through the trees, the sun spread it's warm rays of golden light along my path - a timeless journey long awaited. Just up ahead I caught a glimpse of the mill in the distance. An elderly man was repairing some of the old stones around the base.
Approaching the mill, he caught sight of me coming up the path. He took off his hat, wiped his brow, then placed his hat back in place walking towards me. We made our introductions and exchanged a brief conversation about the mill. I asked him if it would be convenient to show me the inside. He agreed, leading the way to the side door.
“It has many memories,"...
Down a winding highway through the hills, an old mill still stands near a small spring. It's bright red structure is protected by a family who is more than willing to share its story with anyone who may appreciate the history reflected in its steel roller wheels and the dusty shelves of its general store.
Through the trees, the sun spread it's warm rays of golden light along my path - a timeless journey long awaited. Just up ahead I caught a glimpse of the mill in the distance. An elderly man was repairing some of the old stones around the base.
Approaching the mill, he caught sight of me coming up the path. He took off his hat, wiped his brow, then placed his hat back in place walking towards me. We made our introductions and exchanged a brief conversation about the mill. I asked him if it would be convenient to show me the inside. He agreed, leading the way to the side door.
“It has many memories,"...
