Rusted Barbwire

     Growing up on a farm in Maryland has given me such love and joy for the country. I love the smells, the sounds (or lack there of), and the views. While driving around one day enjoying the scenery, I found this fence that bordered the road and someone's property. The old, rusted barbwire caught my attention the way it was wrapped around the worn fence with dry, mangled leaves.

Fence

    This is an image that I took while visiting a friend in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. These flowers caught my attention as we were talking up the path to the Truro Lighthouse. The abundance of flowers that had already bloomed and with them moving ever so swiftly with the wind showed the first signs of Spring. Enjoy.