This photo to me represents quiet contemplation. It is about just accepting and being who we are. It is what it is. We are who we are.

I wonder if this place was ever alive with activity - or was it always an empty palette - waiting and wondering about the brushstrokes of the next season.....

I think these large rolls of hay look like frosted shredded wheat and what could be better on  a country morning than something that comes straight from the earth.

There is something about articles that have been thrown away, discarded, and are no longer useful. I wonder who used it, how they used it and what does it look like now?

Winter snow quietly humbles me like it humbles the soft brown weeds leftover from the year before.

Time flies when you're having fun. Time is of the essence. Take time to make time. And John Lennon said, "Time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted". May your days be merry and bright.

This is a typical scene of the landscape where I live at this time of the year. Little creeks run through fields of corn that has been harvested and put in silos. Winter white begins to blanket the browns that November has left behind. It's a very tranquil place to be.