Tuesday, June 28, 2011
As I sat on a picnic bench 20 feet away from these gentleman farmers I couldn't help but stare.
I know it's not polite, but they were all so interesting looking, and not at all aware of me and my camera.
I suppose they made me think of my "Papa" - my great grandfather and his son, my Grandpa, and how my time with them was precious. If only they could see me now. They'd be proud.
Wednesday morning - the good old boys get together and shoot the breeze; an old timey conversation and some coffee.
Not much of that goes on anymore - we've all become busier, faster, "go-go-go" and for that alone I suppose it is why I sat still and absorbed them. They were content to just sit and talk. Not one had to "go to a meeting," or "get to work," or rush home to watch the news.