There is a road in Washington that passes this low stone wall that borders someone’s property. Right here is a break in the wall that I suppose is there so the owners can get into the field for mowing. I don’t know the owners, but I’ve often wondered what sort of view is granted by walking up to the top of the hill and past the tree that stands guard there. I have thought of sitting with my back against that tree and watching as the sun sets; the only sound the wind in the trees and grasshoppers in the field. Maybe some day.
Olympus OMD EM1 with 12-40mm f2.8 processed in Affinity and Snapseed on iPod Pro.