After a month and a half in quarantine, I was finally allowed to visit my grandma who lives alone on a farm an hour and a half away from Omaha. Because we did not want to stay in the house for her safety me and my trusted companion Toby (pictured below) went and explored what our family calls the "graveyard".
My grandpa was born on this farmer and died here meaning there is a lot of family history laying around. After the floods of March 2019, my family cleaned up the trees laying around the junk making it easier for me to explore the old farm equipment, cars, and junk.
My grandpa was born on this farmer and died here meaning there is a lot of family history laying around. After the floods of March 2019, my family cleaned up the trees laying around the junk making it easier for me to explore the old farm equipment, cars, and junk.
