Nearby to my home base, there’s a grouping of red barns on a tobacco farm near the Connecticut River.
No matter how many times I run by, or drive by, the scene is always just a little different. Something about the lighting has changed, the seasons have changed the surroundings, or the day’s weather puts a different filter on the setting.
The simplicity of the construction helps me put my thoughts in order.
The photos for this essay were compiled over the course of a year.