Hay Bales.

They were clever people who designed the hay baling machines, and they saved hours of back breaking work they saved.

Thrush.

Such busy, alert birds. 

A Tough Life.

Especially being an animal. I do feel a bit sorry for them having no say, no dignity.

A Wall.

In the old wool shed with the sun rays coming through the broken windows.

Patchwork.

I like trying to capture the landscape from above.

Cobweb.

The ice certainly enhances the web.

More Ice.

As cold as it was, the ice  certainly looks pretty on the plant.

Icicles.

From yesterday morning, it sure looked beautiful but so unpleasantly cold!

The Trees Are Bare.

The sky a crisp, clear blue, generally this means it’s cold out there and winter has arrived.

Old Wool Shed.

The thick dust in the air and the sun shining through the holes in the windows created an interesting atmosphere.