Is it cliché to wear milkmaid braids when taking photos on a farm? Maybe, but when else do I get to wear milkmaid braids? There’s something about frolicking around a grassy field with a run down red barn that makes me feel so liberated. Don’t you just want to go feed some chickens, milk some cows, and go for a walk with your dog through the woods to a magical little trickling stream where you dip your toes in and pick flowers to bring back and put in your mother’s hair? Ok maybe I’m getting a little carried away.