In Yom-Kipur I was getting hungry (fasting only to share Regina's
hunger...) so I went out to take pictures of a barn we discovered
when Gershon ran away for two days once. It really looks like a
good place to start a horror movie. There are many such deserted
barns around these areas. (The owner of that place is, um, an
exotic case of Amerikanism.)
In there, I was playing around with the way the light came in
through the walls.