The Farm

My family has a farm in rural Indiana and I've always remembered it from when I was about seven years old. It's property actually on what used to be the family farm. We have about 11 acres left of I don't know how many. Anyway, when I was seven or so we had a family reunion at the church down the road. And when I say "down the road" I mean about 3 or so miles. There was one part that I always remembered about that day and I wanted to go back when I was older to see if I could find it. There's a creek that runs through the property and it has these beautiful trees just "floating" in the water. The roots are in the ground, and sticking out over the water, and then the trunk goes up from the water. I went there yesterday and I called my dad to see where the creek was. He said it was pretty far back but just my luck, it wasn't as far as he remembered. I made my way slowly back to the creek taking pictures as I went. There was old farm equipment and I was so fascinated by it (I have this wonderful love of history) I took quite a few pictures. Then I found the creek. I found my tree that I remembered from my youth. I actually got brave enough to go out on the roots and take pictures of the creek from the tree. I think once it starts to get warmer I'll make a trip back there, but for now, this is what I captured on my venture (the tree shown isn't the tree from which I took pictures, but it's living the same way):