Took a mini-road trip between Wilson and Greenville along old US-64, now ALT-64. This was the path I was originally traveling when I got stung by a raid of wasps. It’s past crop season so all of the fields are in various stages of dying.
The tobacco barn is an intricate part of the North Carolina vernacular. Sometimes I wonder what it’s going to be like when all these things are gone. This is one of my personal favorite barns with an abandoned house adjacent. I’m happy to say that there were no bees.
Shooting the rural gas station near Wilson reminded me I had been planning to take its polar opposite for quite some time. So the next evening I went out to one of the local Sheetz. Sort of unreal to see it so empty but all the lights on.
