We crossed into Kentucky on Highway 79/68 at Guthrie where we were
greeted by a huge spotted cow with sunglasses on. There was a time I
would have asked Jim to stop so I could take a picture of such and
unusual sight. Before I could think twice we were looking at a
life-sized pink elephant. Nope, didn’t stop for it, either. This is
green, green grass of home country.
We hope to see some bluegrass before we leave the state, and a race
horse would be nice. Currently, we are in Bowling Green, a name that
intrigues. and is catchy enough to excite a song about it. Remember the
lovely Bowling Green by the Everly Brothers? Named for other places
called Bowling Green, possibly. It’s origin is uncertain. But, what is
certain is it sits on the Barren River, the area is lush and an 1830′s
report about agriculture mentions a turnip 32 inches around, and a beet
weighing nine and one half pounds. Zounds!!
I saw enough barns to remind me of barn photos I’ve taken, all from the window of the car or motor home and unedited.
A barn and a real cow, too.
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There is something honest and endearing about an old barn, this one
with a brand new roof is going to last for a while. And, they are
getting scarcer then hen’s teeth. I should yell stop when I spot the
next one. Maybe make it a point to photograph a barn from every state we
pass through.
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