Today I went on a little adventure with my camera, exploring some country roads and a tiny little town.
While I was photographing this old mill, the owner came over and asked me what the hell I was doing. He thought I was trying to steal some of his scrap metal. I told him I just thought this was a really cool old building, and I liked the railroad crossing shadow. He seemed pleased with this, and told me that sometimes he sees a shadow that looks like an angel reading a book, and then he left me alone. As he was walking back in his house, I heard him tell his wife, “She just thinks it’s neat.”