At Breakfast

I stay at a wonderful bed and breakfast in Vermont, called the Henry Farm Inn.  It is a wonderful old farmhouse with an addition that was added to the back of it a long time ago.  All the rooms have wide pine planks for floorboards, and wonderful old doors everywhere.  I was sitting alone at breakfast the first day I was there and my plate of eggs and sausage had just been put in front of me, when I noticed the sunlight on this door and this beautiful doorknob.  I jumped up, got my camera off my belt and started photographing.  Pat, who had just served me breakfast could not imagine what I was doing, instead of eating my breakfast.  Of course all of you could explain to her that I am a crazy person when it comes to photographing the world around me!