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?