The Paradox Factor
You see a cat laying in the sun next the barn stretched out in comfort. It pays no attention to you as you walk past it and through the barn doors.
You feel the black leather camera case bouncing against your side, the strap laying comfortably over your shoulder.
The inside of the barn is dark and it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust. You continue to walk in and you see a large pile of old equipment lying against one of the walls. There are fishing poles, old ash trays with half-smoked cigarettes and even an old worn-out purse. You pick up a solid carpenter's hammer.
You feel the black leather camera case bouncing against your side, the strap laying comfortably over your shoulder.
The inside of the barn is dark and it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust. You continue to walk in and you see a large pile of old equipment lying against one of the walls. There are fishing poles, old ash trays with half-smoked cigarettes and even an old worn-out purse. You pick up a solid carpenter's hammer.