It takes a while for one's eyes to become adjusted to the darkness inside the mill.
As always, I was looking for the light, and how to best capture it when I came across this viewpoint.
Another day. Another dollar. Back then, a dollar a day was good money.
The thermos stands sentinel, guarding against the cold. Still, there is a whisper of spring in the air and the door stands open, welcoming the promise of warm days to come and all who would enter here.
