There’s a dirt road I drive down almost every morning, off the beaten path. I travel that way simply because it’s deserted and often times I see eagles, pheasant, geese and coyotes. In winter, I’m passing through there as the sun rises above the horizon, creating a pink glow.
As I continue down these roads, I pass farm fields covered with snow, just waiting for early spring. In one such field there are old rubber tires and a discarded upholstered easy chair. I imagine a farmer sitting out there…waiting. Then I wonder what goes on in their homes during the long, dark winter. There’s a feeling almost of abandonment, even though I know that it’s just the season.
This image came together as I was considering and imagining these things.