It’s a Monochrome day for my photography. The task is to capture some images that reflect a cold, dark, and gray day. These spend the winter on my raised garden beds; they keep the weeds out.

The bricks in the barn are a rural kind of Americana. Almost every old barn has them; the old ones carry the names of their makers, something quite unthinkable these days.

Zinnia gets the broody vibe, she went out into the woods for a walk with Maria and Fate, but otherwise is dozing on her favorite bed.