Resonance IX

I had often driven past this hut and it had always caught a glance. A friend of mine who was conceived in it when her parents lived there when they were first married and is also a relation of Baxter. I had to go there several times to get the light right and while earlier in the day the light clipped the front of the hut well, the strong black "axe handle" shadow did not appear until later in the day. At the time of taking the photograph, I spoke to the farmer who said he knew Baxter and often saw him striding past the hut on the way up Scroggs Hill.