White Oak Farms

I was graciously invited to White Oak Farms by my beloved friend, Bonnie, for a photo shoot.  It was such a beautiful day and I must have taken almost a thousand shots.  However, after I got home and put my memory card in the computer, I saw that I had lost about the last half of them and, of course, they were the best!  Oh, the sick feeling…  Well, Bonnie has suggested we try it again, soon.  Yes, please.

So, this is a sampling of what I did manage to get, this morning.  This was taken from up by the house.

This is Pawpaw flowers.  I have never seen them, before.  They are very unusual and beautiful.  White Oak Farms has a nice young pawpaw orchard, of which you can see a corner in the above photo.

We played tag with this duck for quite a while.  Whenever I would get close enough to take a picture, he would get up, stretch, and take off.  But, he returned and would settle down for a nap.  We worked our way closer and closer between escapes, until finally we were able to get some pretty good shots of him.  At last, he joined his beloved and they waddled up to the barn to clean up some crumbs.

They have a very nicely stocked pond.  I was standing on the bank taking these pictures with my polarizer.  I was pleasantly surprised by how they turned out.  I was desperately following them, clicking away, hoping I was catching something.  LOL!

My lovely hostess and fearless four-wheeler driver.  I have a few extra white hairs, but it was fun.  Thank you, Bonnie and Bill.  I am looking forward to next time.

White Oak Farms is such a beautiful place by the grace of God and the hard work of Bill, Bonnie, and their family.  It is always a joy to explore their beautiful property.  The photos that were lost were of the wetlands, beehives, bathouse, cows, and the lovely trilliums in the woods.  Maybe soon…

What is a farm, but a mute gospel?  — Ralph Waldo Emerson

For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. — Isaiah 55:12 (ESV)