Saturday was predicted to have sun, the first day of sunshine this year. I needed to get out of the house, where I’d been stewing since Wednesday, the day our Capitol was stormed.
I planned on taking a little photo road trip, to parts unknown. But first I couldn’t resist shooting some images close to home. I was headed out of town when I passed Katie’s park and noticed the hills were all silver with frost.
Turning around I tromped around a field of grasses, noticing how their details were more beautiful with the beading they were sporting.
I got pretty cold, and time moved on without me while I was there, still only a couple miles from home.
Eventually I made myself leave, the sun was rising and I hadn’t gotten anywhere yet. But only another mile down the road I had to stop again.
There’s some wide open farm land there, and an old farm, that if you look closely, is falling into dumpy disrepair. I’m sure it won’t be there forever, and I’ve always meant to stop and capture it.
So I did.
Plus, where I happened to stop there was this fence…
…with barbed wire along the top. All of it incrusted with frost.
More time went by and the sun moved higher. If I was going to find more pretty stuff I needed to get moving.
But where did I go? What did I find?
I guess you’ll have to wait until the next post to find out.