Weathered Anvil on Barn Bench in Kampala Dawn

Cold silver dawn light spills across a rough wooden bench inside a Kampala tack room, illuminating a heavy, black iron anvil scarred by decades of use. Oil stains darken the wood grain beneath the anvil's feet, against the pale dust settling on the surface. Behind the tool, slatted walls allow streaks of early morning brightness to cut through the dim interior. Orchard ladders lean against the back wall, their rungs worn smooth, while stacked crates create a layered depth receding into the shadows. The cool season air hangs still, visible only in the crisp edges of the metal and the sharp, clear quality of the light hitting the anvil's horn. One, dark oil smudge marks the corner of the bench near a wooden crate.