We rescued the tattered Victorian chair from the town dump years ago. Not the hens use it to roost on and sometimes Minnie or Flo will sleep on it. When not in use, it adds a nice contrast to the bales of hay, rough barn beams, and dirt floor.
And when the light hits it as it did this afternoon, it begs to be photographed.
Beautiful play of light. Another candidate for that series of postcards I just know you’re working on. In your spare time….
Ah, Jill, I have a file of photos for postcards. I’ll add this to it.