I took this photo of a barn door in Pawnal, Vt., on the way back from Mass MOCA. Something about this door and this photo really got to me, as I stood out in the road and the cold front was rushing in with furious and biting winds, I wanted to cry – I think I did cry just a bit. I don’t know what touched me about this barn door, it seemed to cut a representational figure, like a wise old woman at the edge of life. It just seemed so wise and sad, hanging out. Do you see it, or is this just a projection in my own bubbling consciousness.