I took these photos two days ago. The day was cold, grey and blah. A typical winter day here consisting of cold air but little or no snow. I snapped a few of these on the way home from work. These scenes, I see every day. They become so familiar to me, like wrinkles on an old friend’s face. These Barns, the trail, trees, and homes are wrinkles in my world view. I guess in a way, I am to them, what they are to me, a wrinkle in their day. And now, as I present my world to you, they have become shared wrinkles in our lives. They are our little secrets, these scenes. Welcome to my world.