Twin Falls +

I packed up my gear, fueled by dreams of vibrant fall colors and idyllic farm scenes. My destination? A quaint farm where the famed Hatfields once roamed. I envisioned sweeping vistas adorned in fiery reds and golden yellows, with a picturesque barn framing the perfect shot. Little did I know, I'd be in for quite the surprise.

After a long drive across the country, I finally arrived—only to find a scene that could only be described as... underwhelming. There were no Hatfields, no McCoys, and minimal fall colors in sight.

I squinted, half-expecting a Hatfield to leap out with a pitchfork or a McCoy to confront me over my disappointment. Instead, I was met with the sight of a rather confused pack of goats, obliviously grazing in the shadows of a ramshackle barn. Clearly, the goats weren't privy to the legendary feud nor the glorious colors I had been envisioning.

With nothing but my wits and a deluge of camera gear, I found myself capturing a series of shots that highlighted the true essence of a bleak fall day. Let's just say, my “vibrant” collection ended up looking more like “A Series of Grays." As I packed up, I chuckled to myself, realizing that sometimes the journey leads to less-than-legendary outcomes. But hey, at least I got a great story out of it—and a newfound appreciation for colorful goat pastures!