I'd turned onto Obrien Road in order to get myself into Massena but had found it so lovely that I was snapping photos left and right. This friendly old farm house really appealed to me:
And I passed a small group of Alpacas (or were they Llamas?) who watched me with curiosity as I took their picture:And these handsome ponies. After some internal debate, I decided that their stout bodies, relatively short legs and large head made them ponies instead of miniature horses. I could have been wrong, though:
Another comfortable home under the big winter sky:
And a collection of barns and out buildings in active use:
This old barn and silo would have been at home on any Midwest prairie. It looked friendly and welcoming to me, but then I'm quite a lover of country life:
More old farm equipment parked in fields:
And a curious pony who looked like he'd be quite friendly. He was considerably larger than the spotted ponies I'd just passed and might have been a Welsh:
A magnificent old barn. Simply magnificent:
A cozy cluster of house and out buildings:
And another old farmstead:
I thought this split rail fence all covered with snow was the quintessential image of Obrien Road. I had found it to be rural, beautiful, comfortable and friendly. But I was supposed to be on my way to Massena, so I turned east onto County Route 49 to get me there. But I'll post about that tomorrow:
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