Thinking about how might I share this tale differently?

How might I speak to the in-between...the moments that no one sees....the sights and scenes that pass us by?

Thinking about how I might capture what is authentic and real and ordinary? How might I capture what is true?

An abandoned cart in a forgotten field. It has its own story.

Where has it been? Who has pushed or pulled or diven it? And - how is it that it has arrived and parked itself here?

It's nothing. It's everything. It's a part of daily living and life - in these mountains. It's a part of farm life. It's a part of family life.

It's a part of living a full life.

It's a part of this new story I'm hoping to tell.

Differently.