We switch swiftly now from Pittsburgh to the country - to the town of Valencia, specifically, which is not-too-far from Pittsburgh, and where Sam has relatives who own a farm. It occurred to me that with lots of other large cities - New York, most notably - between the 'nicer' suburbs and downtown, you have to drive through miles of industrial, usually somewhat run down inbetween land that extends the periphery of the city, filled with cheap apartment buildings and gas stations. Alternately, there are mindless stretches of crammed highway dotted by random gargantuan office buildings and hotels. In general, what I'm saying is that it's usually a journey to really get yourself out of a city. I'm sure this exists elsewhere in Pittsburgh and I just missed it, but we drove out of the city and within fifteen minutes were in genuine country, green-rolling-hills Pennsylvania land. As being a constantly torn-between-the-city-and-the-country girl, it seemed to me like the ideal situation.

I quickly fell in love with the farm, which in addition to offering the community locally grown produce, was full of little kids picking out pumpkins and taking hayrides. It was essentially the perfect representation of fall, my favoritest of seasons. It also fed my almost strange love affair with taking pictures of food. The rest of this gallery, then, is from the farm, and includes mainly a copious amount of photos of fruits and vegetables.