Every time I look at our back porch, I do a bit of a double-take. Sometimes there are flowers, sometimes chickens, sometimes a barn cat or two, sometimes all of the above. The back porch seems to be a focal point for the barnyard creatures we live with, they love the cool slate, the shelter of the overhang, the sun warming them in the late afternoon. We gave up sitting there, we just turned it over and found other places to sit. On a farm, you are never alone, and a back porch can take many forms.

I am having a bit of a flirtation with my 35 mm lens, I am understanding it as a reliable scene lens.