Finally back to Nashville and catching up on my work, I have been sifting through the many wonderful images I gathered on the trip. One evening my father and I were driving around near his house while the sun was setting. We came over a wooded hill on a gravel road to see an amazing farm that filled the whole valley. The sun was setting directly ahead over a ridge. It turned out that a coworker of his owned the place, an old family farm. I must confess, I was more than a little jealous.
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