A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.

A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.

A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.


Hoarfrost wraps itself around the landscape on a late winter morning.

I love the delicate pastel colours of a lovely winter morning. Isn’t this marvellous?
