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Photo Essay By Bobby Waite
Reddish hues dance across the countryside as I drive by barns and tractors and farmhouses. A barn, a grayish structure has a hex sign, making me think of settlers who came here several centuries ago. Tractors and grassy farmlands support houses whose life seems to come from the very ground on which they stand as does the produce reaped from the fields around them. It is a pagent that displays remnants from a simpler time, an era not completely lost, but hidden on the backroads to Erwinna.