
I love hay bales to the point of possibly needing a 12-step recovery program. They just speak to me, even when peeking out from behind an old, whitewashed fence. If you know what I mean, you might enjoy this recent photo, as well. UPDATE January 25, 2012 At Lindy’s suggestion, here is the same photo […]

Perhaps it is my love of impressionist paintings, like Claude Monet’s Haystacks, or my city-dweller’s fascination with the country, but I have a thing for hay bales. While I live in a major metropolitan area, I’m fortunate that I live on the outskirts where my daily experience allows me to take in scenes like this.

I spotted this amazing dog mural somewhere between Washington Square and the ten miles I wandered through San Francisco one slightly sunny day last August. Pretty cool, huh? On Today’s Date in the Past: Hay Bales Somewhere-in-the-Middle-of-the-USA Prayer Requests One Thing, Three Ways: Bridges of Lake Lenexa