As I mentioned in a previous post, I ran my delivery route backwards yesterday, which meant that I approached many farm-houses from the opposite direction. Perhaps this was why I noticed some sort of antique wagon in an elderly woman’s front yard — I’d never noticed it before.
I delivered the newspaper and shut off the truck. The November sunlight was coming in low and nicely illuminated the wagon. It had a spring-mounted seat suspended above the wagon’s bed. What an interesting find! An old buckboard which probably was used long ago for trips to town. I could imagine the wagon holding cans of cream and boxes of eggs to trade for provisions at a general store in Payson, once upon a time.
A scenario developed in my ever-fertile mind:
[A sorrel mare pulls a blue-painted buckboard down a rutted dirt road on a sunny and splendid early-summer morning. A flock of prairie chickens hustles out of the way, disappearing into a field of timothy grass which was destined to feed that horse the following winter. A farmer and his rosy-cheeked wife sit companiably on the seat of the buckboard, bouncing up and down as the wagon crosses potholes in the road. The farmer wears a straw hat and holds a switch in one hand, gently encouraging the horse onward from time to time.]
Farmer: “Won’t it be nice to have coffee beans again! I think the delivery from Quincy came in the other day, or so folks say.”
Wife: “Such a morning! Look over there; that buffalo wallow is still pooled from that rain last week. Look at those ducks feeding!”
Farmer: “I’m so glad we got away from Ireland! Our own land and plenty of it!”
My reverie was interrupted by a car pulling into the driveway behind me. A white-haired woman in her eighties looked at me rather suspiciously. I walked over to explain my presence; she probably didn’t see strange men out in her yard very often!
“Hi! I’m here to deliver your newspaper. I saw that buckboard in your yard and I’m taking some photos of it. It’s a real beauty!”
“Oh, so that’s what you’re doing. Yeah, I love that buckboard. My sister and her husband bought that right after they got married. When my sister died her husband brought it over to me, and there it sits.”
I really enjoy getting some back-story to accompany photographs! I thanked the woman and took a few photos. Here are two of them. I used two different exposure settings to bring out details in two ways:
As I drove off I came up with the above scenario, among others.