A Giant Turkey

I almost didn't get this post up today. I took too long messing around with other stuff. Can you see the subject of my picture? It's a giant turkey made from a bale of hay. I thought it was a pretty fun idea. I've been driving past this thing for a while and I finally decided to take out my camera phone and get a picture.

The phone takes pictures okay, but they're not always the best. I'm going to have to get out there with my good camera and get some pictures. This time of year I start falling behind with these things. There's actually a lot of stuff around here to get pictures of. Maybe I'll swing back by this turkey with my good camera and see how the picture comes out.

I have to say I felt a little creepy while I took this picture because there was a guy watching me from the garage in the background. I decided that only one picture was good enough this time. I'll go back and take ten. I don't think he really minded though. After all, he obviously made the turkey so it would be looked at. I'll talk to you later.

Not Quite Captured

I like these pictures of the hills in the background here, but the pictures just couldn't really capture what I actually saw. That's a problem with most pictures I take. I don't know how it is for anyone else. Sometimes I get it like I see it, but most of the time the pictures are different than what I saw.

These hills are a few miles from where I live. They actually extend through the whole state, including inside the town I live. This particular place is very beautiful when you go there and look at the hills. I just can't capture that beauty with my pictures for some reason. Maybe I should experiment with that idea.
 

The road going through here is the same road where you can supposedly see the buffalo from. Of course I've never seen those buffalo yet, but I get to see the "Bison Enclosure, Keep Out" signs on the fences warning about the wild buffalo. I sometimes think I'll see a Bigfoot before I see one of these wild bison.

Whenever I see any of these hills, I feel like I'm home. I've felt like that my whole life, even before I ever lived here. My grandparents' farm was in these hills not far from where I live now. I drive past it often, but it has changed now with a new owner. Such a shame, but seeing it always brings back good memories.

I think that's enough until next time. I'll talk to you later.