I visited my parents the other weekend and was treated to some of my favorite home-cooked foods as well as their (highly entertaining) company. We spied these hay bales behind a farm stand where we were purchasing peaches and I couldn't resist the opportunity to take some pictures with them. Typically hay bales are on people's farms and it means crossing fences to trespass on private property. I do enjoy taking pictures outside, but maintain a lot of respect for a person's home and land; most of my photos are snapped at parks or other public areas and occasionally I visit some abandoned barns or properties that seem to exist to no one. These hay bales however were fair game and without much convincing, my father picked me up and set me down on top of one.
CONVERSATION