The Farm

My parents own about 160 acres of woods and farmland in south-central Wisconsin. We all call it The Farm, even though it has probably been 50 years since it was an actual farm. There is no farm house or barn or anything like that. There are a few fields of corn and alfalfa that a local farmer rents.
Most of The Farm looks like this...

The Farm is a wild, spiritual place. A trout stream runs through it, and my dad even build a little foot bridge to enable explorers to cross it. The spring rains were so heavy that the stream flooded and washed the little bridge away. My dad is rebuilding it, but we were not able to cross it.
There is something that fills the core of your being when you spend time in the woods and fields of The Farm. It is as if your prehistoric self finds itself again in the forest primeval here.
I also played around with the different settings on my camera and took some very cool closeups while exploring this treasure that my Dad works so hard to preserve. 
The photos, while beautiful, don't do justice this this magical place.

This time the best part of spending time at The Farm was hanging out with my brother Bill. Or as I call him Lumpy.

Lumpy and me.