•COMING IN SEPTEMBER, 2015•

Brass Valley: The Fall of an American Industry

by Emery Roth

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Barn Cat


Last night we got our second snow of the year. It was just a bit more than a dusting, but there was a shot I wanted at a barn in Cornwall, so I was up early to catch my shot before footprints and wind spoiled it. While I trespassed on the snow-covered lawn in front of the barn, a woman stopped her car. Before I could apologize for trespassing, she asked if I wanted her to wait before she left car tracks in the long driveway to the door of the barn and spoiled my image. Trespassers have no right to expect such consideration.

As it turns out, she is the, "milkmaid." The farm is owned by New Yorkers, and she takes care of the cows. After shooting outside, I knocked on the barn door and introduced myself further. She gave me permission to explore the barn and take all the pictures I wanted. This cat never budged from her perch. She looked at me for a few moments and then turned to look back out the window. I took the photo both ways and haven't decided yet whether I like her better looking at the camera or with her facing away and enjoying the view from her spot of warmth.

I don't know what the object on the right is, but I loke the way it catches the light and balances out the picture.