Whistle Hill Farm

Now that I have finally become brave enough to begin blogging,  I’m so happy you're visiting me!  I’ve been sitting in my rocking chair, looking out my window watching kittens chase one another on the patio below.  I live at the top of a big white farmhouse.  Out my window I can see barns, farm fields, woods, pastureland and off in the distance a ridge of mountains.  Far down at the bottom of the fields two rivers rush to join one another in a journey to the ocean.  Along the edge of the rivers  a train track runs from which came the name “Whistle Hill Farm.”  The sound of the train whistle echoes off the mountains and bounces up from the rivers as it goes by.   It is a sound that I loved as a child and love it still. It is so beautiful here at the farm! My camera is always focused on kittens, the farm dog, cows, pigs, goats, birds, butterflies, flowers and trees and…..oh my….I could just keep on going about all there is to see and all the stories that nature tells me everyday just by watching out my window.   Some take place at Whistle Hill Farm….some from  trips I’ve taken.  But all begin through the eye of my camera. I hope by sharing them with you that you, too, can see all the beauty and fun that nature shares with me every day.