Driving Through Farmland in the Rolling Hills of Kentucky

This little road leading to the red barn is burned into my memory. It reminded me of home; the sound of the wind whipping the grass and cows mooing as a storm blew over the horizon seemed altogether familiar to me. I know that I had never been there before, but I loved that strange feeling and sat there for some minutes simply enjoying the feeling of belonging I felt looking down this little lane.

But who knows why we have feelings that can't be explained? I really don't know, so perhaps I should lay off the sentimental sidenotes and just stick to taking pictures.