"Our House" flashed through my mind as I drove through Lynville...a small town off the interstate in Indiana.
It was once of those moments when we pass by a scene in the car and the image remains yet a mile down the road. So much so , we turn around and return to the image to capture it. As I set up the tripod for an HDR triple exposure...Crosby Stills and Nash was echoing in my head.
We often hear the cliches...white picket fence, 2 kids in the yard, a dog and small town America. There are so many scenes like this in small towns but each house has it's own family, it's trials and hardships along with the family memories of "the home place".
If you think back to your childhood...your house will look different but your home place will probably echo the familiar emotions felt when you look at a scene such as this.
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