Made another visit to Grayson yesterday under threat of freezing rain, and we didn’t entirely get what we went after, but so it goes.
Getting out of the car at the home we were visiting, I was struck by the radiant light from the two tractors waiting patiently in the monochrome barn. They seemed almost alive, animated cartoon machinery granting a splash of otherworldly color on the grayest of early winter days. (Click image to enlarge.)
A light, cold rain was falling. But it wasn’t freezing. And if nothing else, I’d come home with one digital memory of the day. I wiped the drops off my lens and went inside the warm farmhouse to join the conversation.