Near Cooperstown, Otsego County, NY.
The farm had a meadow for a front yard, with a stream running through it and bordered by a post and rail fence, topped with a frosting of snow. The barriers may be there to contain grazing horses in summer, or maybe it's just to keep me out. Rightfully so, because it looks like a perfect place to walk into the middle of and plop down to soak it all in. But the borders can't keep out the elements. Snow falls where it will, a trespassing wind was beginning to blow a trail of fine snow crystals off the barn roofs, and clouds moved at a good clip across the ridge. This was a frigid day in upstate NY, and I was cursing at how fast the heat was going out of my fingers, rushing to get back inside my car idling on the edge of the ditch behind me. But the perfect, untouched field of snow punctuated by the red barns commanded me to stop, and I took the scene in from the fenceline, happy to observe from outside the setting. Fences or not, beauty will have it's way, and no lines will contain it.