You can’t step outdoors and not see interesting patterns. And no two days are the same. Some days the sun’s light touches everything. Other days the clouds roll thick across the sky. Someone has moved the wheelbarrow. A bale of straw has been left out in the open, a rake propped against it. Patterns change by the hour, by the minute. Someone has left eggs on the tool cabinet. A hen walks right in front of your lens. A hen is stretching her wing in the sun. Someone is carrying in the eggs left on the tool cabinet. Things change before you have a chance to get bored.