I had passed this rusty piece of abandoned farm equipment on my way to photograph the windmill. It caught my eye, but my focus was the windmill.
After more than a few shots of different perspectives on the windmill. I started to wander back to my car.
This time when I neared the piece of equipment, I listened to my intuition and walked across the crunchy, frozen grass to get a closer look. I was definitely rewarded for listening to my sixth sense. The crisp white of the frost against the rusty brown was spectacular.
I am certainly learning to listen to that little voice in my head when something catches my eye. I now usually go back and explore it further.