A quiet day in the country. When frost manages to hang on all day and sun peeks out, for the first time, as afternoon is marching toward the evening hour, that’s a winter farm scene. Every little old barn has a family history. And what if trees could talk? Imagine the wildlife they have seen and the hunting stories that could be told. I’m easy to please, in snapping a country photo and imagining my own story to go with it. Endless beauty in the countryside, around the RedBarn neighborhood.
Some weekend I am going to pack up my camera, point my car east and head to the city. Do you believe it?