There is a Bell Farm a few miles from our house. Here you will find an eclectic collection from various sized bells to old windmills to wooden barrels half rotted away and much more. As I was photographing this place the other day, I could not help but wonder where did all of the stuff come from? What are the stories behind each of the bells? How old are they? Did they have many homes or very few? A book could be written regarding their various stories. Although each object now calls the Bell Farm home, at one time they may have traveled over great distances.