side of a barn
We spent Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania with family. There was a point each afternoon when the light was perfect — slanty and soft — and i was usually stirring or basting or chopping something at the time. I kept saying i would go outside and take some pictures “after” and by the time “after” arrived, the light was gone.
On our last full day there, i saw the shadows forming on the snow again, and determined that THIS TIME i was going outside. I didn’t even stop to put on a coat — just a hat and some boots that were sitting by the door.
The outbuildings on the property are full of character and old farm implements. Everywhere i looked were pictures to be made. This is one of my favourites — more to come.