1.27.2012

hay bales.






Why we do this, I'm not quite sure. But more often than not, we pull over when we see one. I guess it's just our thing. My words of advice to you, friends? Do yourselves a favour and add this to your bucket list: see golden hour from the top of a hay bale stack. Pure magic.

xo,

18 comments:

  1. this is magical and prefectly blissful, abbey! lovin' this a lot : )

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  2. so lovely. next time i see one we'll have to pull over, preferably a bale not wrapped in blue plastic. and if i can get a sprinkling of snow too? even better.

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  3. Can I come spend golden hour with you, Abbey? Your beautiful post just added a new entry to my bucket list :)
    xoxo
    simi

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  4. LOVE pictures #3. Such great lighting and color!

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  5. Ooooh, haybales bring back so many memories of when I was little!
    Such beautiful pictures!

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  6. oh, absolutely. this is amazing. :))
    -jocee <3

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  7. Yes!! I do this during the summer, because we have some right up the road! It is one of my most favorite things to do!

    Cindi

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  8. My grandparents live on a farm less than two minutes from our house and during the summer we love to climb on the hay bales! It's so much fun. (Except sometimes it gets a bit prickly, LOL.) I have yet to take pictures of them, though.

    Lovelovelove,

    Abbie /// XOXOX

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  9. Sounds like fun. We have round hay bales, and they're so fun to play on during the fall.

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  10. That last photo is incredible! ♥

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  11. the last two photos make me super happy. ♥♥

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  12. I LOVE THE SECOND TO LAST PICTURE.

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  13. Running on top of hay bales looks like bliss. Wish we had some on this island. ;)

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  14. It looks like so much fun! And your shoes are so cute.

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  15. Why do hay bales suddenly look so beautiful? Good job, photographer! Hay bales hold a certain romance for me... I live next to a farm that takes in the hay every year. Those days are long and golden in my memory.

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