REFRACTIONARY

There’s a New England tradition of apple picking at local, family owned farms. We all have our local favorites. It was on a visit to one of these that I took this. I don’t know what this is. I mean, I know what it is; it’s a trailer full of trash that’s been there long enough for ferns to grow up around it. I just mean that I find it strange that this photograph of nothing at all just pulls at me for some reason.

And here’s the obligatory deprecated antique tractor-turned-yard-ornament. I love its blues, reds, and yellows, and how they’re repeated in the barn and the pumpkins behind it. It just feels like autumn. I just wish this photo weren’t so tight on the left, but I had to crop out a car that was ruining the shot. Maybe if I cared i could clone it out in Photoshop, but I don’t.