Every day I go past this meadow near home. The gate has a big timber frame over it that used to have a real, full-size antique tractor hanging from it. It was a very cool and rusty tractor, and the space came to be known to locals as The Hanging Tractor. A few years ago someone apparently decided to sell it or take it down before it fell and killed somebody.
All I know is that this meadow has an enclosed look of an arena or something and it fascinates me. We drive by and always seem to glance over at it, thinking how cool it would be to own it. Today there was off and on sunlight beaming here and there between rain showers, and the wall of trees was pretty dramatic:
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