It looks like a fairy story I think, the entrance to my old stone barn. The snow has stopped falling in Smithfield, but I’ll enjoy the photographs of this morning’s flurries for years to come.
Magical blue gate entrance to my old stone barn
It looks like a fairy story I think, the entrance to my old stone barn. The snow has stopped falling in Smithfield, but I’ll enjoy the photographs of this morning’s flurries for years to come.
Magical blue gate entrance to my old stone barn