Last night we again had the chance to go back to one of my favourite barns. We got there for sunset. Then turned our cameras inside towards that great old Oliver. The results of painting the outside of the barn with light was surprising - the light colour, the clouds and even stars.
The temperature this morning was only -10 but felt like -20. After suffering in the wind for too long I slipped in behind the barn for some shelter. When I saw the pile of rust I thought of my niece Meaghan. Then back in the barn I saw the tractor, an Oliver. Meaghan runs a business named Oliver and Rust. Google it. You'll be amazed at what she can do with treasures from barns and basements.
Our first visit here was in October. I remember thinking how cold it felt that morning. Wow, that day had nothing on this January morning. Fortunately there were lots of walls to hide behind to avoid the bitterly cold winds. No matter how well dressed, the cold penetrated. The house was made with mud walls about a metre thick. Out of the wind but still sub-zero temperatures in the house left my fingers numb in short order. Even still I was almost the last person to pack up my gear.