As I drove home in the gentle snowfall yesterday, I stopped beside this barn. I marveled at the white roof covered in snow, against the white sky, against the white field, with still more white snow falling. It gave the barn boards something to stand out against. Something about those openings between the boards... like missing teeth in an otherwise closed mouth... just spoke to me. The lightning rods on the peak of the roof, poking up into the white sky like porcupine quills embedded in cotton.... I guess this study in contrasts is giving me more ideas to play with.