A black and white shot of a very old tractor in the middle of an even older field. The air plane shot was taken at a tiny airport on the island. It was more like an airfield with a few small structures. But it had character – and it served breakfast.
Glenn, known for his lead foot, slowed down long enough to spot this out-of-the-way beach on Block Island. “Left nickel, left nickel.” Pati, Donna, and I hit the imaginary brake pedal more than once. 😁