It takes a while for one's eyes to become adjusted to the darkness inside the mill.

As always, I was looking for the light, and how to best capture it when I came across this viewpoint.

Another day. Another dollar. Back then, a dollar a day was good money.

The thermos stands sentinel, guarding against the cold. Still, there is a whisper of spring in the air and the door stands open, welcoming the promise of warm days to come and all who would enter here.


Big Sky


Jasmine Hill

Messing About

Wild Things

Now You're Cookin'!

Selma, AL

Les Fleurs

Singh Ray Filters

My Caprice