Farm Yard

Drifts

Exceptional find Mike, the kind of scene I was always on the prowl for. Printed with excellent fine detail, and nicely creative contrast......Jim

Thanks Jim, this is only a few miles from the Indiana/Illinois line. Typical of the midwest isn't it? Places where working farms used to be. Actually I took this last winter during a storm. The owner lives about 1/2 mile away & he saw my car & came down to see if I needed any help. That's when I asked if I could go on the property. Nice Guy

Mike, this is a beauty. I love the dreamlike quality that the soft snow givs this, and yet the tones in the barn siding are crisp and rich.

Thanks Edward. You probably have all the snow you need already in NH?

Wonderful, expressive black and white. Very evocative. It shouts it's silence with dignity and emotion.

You should be a writer. Some of the comments you leave are eloquent. If I could turn thought into words like you, I wouldn't need to take pictures.

Thanks for the compliment. I still quote you when I want to express my motives and hopes in making images. "To someday make an image that matters." So who is the wordsmith?

I like the way the sky and the snow blend together and provide a seamless white backdrop for the buildings. Nice shot.

What a great find and shot!!! I can almost feel the texture of the wood and the cold of the snow. Two bad here in east Texas hardly ever get much of that. Sam and I did get in some snow on out last road trip close to the panhandle, Lamesa, Colorado City, etc. and I had so much fun traipsing around in the snow taking photographs. Anyway, wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas and a happy, healthy, and successful New Year.

Nice to hear from you again. I've driven by this place in all seasons, just got lucky with the snow. If I don't talk to you again, you & Sam have yourselves a merry Christmas & a Happy New Year. I'll check out your West Texas pics too.

Yes, it was seemless that day. First time in years we had a blizzard to ride around in. Thanks for the look.