I went to an art gallery today in Yellow Springs, Pennsylvania. And I really like it there. Their houses, their roads, even their trees are old and rustic. What comes from old and rustic is usually peaceful. And not the kind of happy-peaceful, not necessarily anyway. Just a kind of peaceful that emits a message of being solitary, still, and untouched for years.
It was a lovely place. I’ll blog the rest of the photos tomorrow. Enjoy.