Poor Hubby nearly wore out the brakes on our rental vehicle as we made a loop around Ohio because I was constantly hollering, "Stop!" (He didn't always honor my command--sometimes traffic wouldn't allow, so I had to snap through the window. Missed a lot of shots, too. *sigh*) I took no less than 120 photographs of old barns. But don't worry--I won't share all of them with you here. (However, if you're a Facebook friend, feel free to pop by my page and peek at the album titled "The Barns of Holmes County.")
I like the way this one nestles against the hill, as if one with the land. The towering trees behind it and ground shrouded with mist makes me feel as though I'm slipping backward in time. Do you notice the drive-through resembling a covered bridge? I bet kids played in the shade there while a stout breeze rustled their hair and dried the sweat on their brows.
This was taken with a quick snap out the window while passing by--hence the reflection of Hubs' shirt--but I love the stately appearance of this behometh. The open door beckons me to come in, explore, find a shadowy corner or a soft mound of hay in the loft and indulge in a daydream or two. Oh, if only time allowed...
Hubs really questioned my snapping photographs of buildings in disrepair (this one actually looks pretty good compared to a couple of others), but I reasoned if I didn't capture them now, I might not get another chance. Although it's leaning and bears large holes (which provide entrance for any stray creature seeking shelter for the night), there's something about it that appeals to me. It's faced hard times and still manages to remain upright. Gotta admire that. I also like the embracing vines on one corner, as if it's being offered comfort.
And finally one taken from a distance. The porch roof on the front tells me there's another level hidden by the gentle roll of the grassy prairie, so imagine the size. The dormers are like eyes, watching for the farmer's return, waiting to welcome back the hardworking animals and offer a place of rest and rejuvenation. From this angle, with grass below and endless sky behind, the barn seems the only building for miles...a place of refuge.
Yes, barns speak to me. Next week I'll share some of the beautiful century-old houses we encountered on our travels. Until then take care, and...
May God bless you muchly as you journey with Him! ~Kim