The back of the barn on a foggy morning. It's the kind of fotty morning where in the movies a T. rex appears. They're really the only thing I worry about out here in the county. I'm not afraid of bears or wolves - they're not really a problem... but a T. rex? You gonna die.
One morning I took a bunch of pictures of the sun coming up over the Moira river a little bit south of here, near rabbitland where Tom used to live. If you look carefully you can see a heron on the small island in the middle of the rover.