Fixxer Upper

Most mornings during my week in the country one could count on a truck or two to roll up by the barn. Those trucks would unload men, and the men would then set about fixing the corn crib. I didn't really pay much attention to the progress of the construction until I had to walk that way to get some wood for the fire one morning. From a certain angle it looked like the structure was supporting itself by floating. Disregard the cinder blocks that might could say otherwise.

Later that day I met up with S. and we took a quick walk in the woods. There were hawks pretty much everywhere. Here is a photograph of a hawk in the sun. The hawk is tiny.