Sunday, April 24, 2005
milking room window
Only a mile from our place an old barn loom up close to the road. From the distance it appears to be a large ship on on the rolling fields. Our small community looked into the possibility of restoring the barn to serve as our town hall and community center. The architect and engineer determined the cost to be prohibitive. One by one, luxury homes are encircling the barn and soon it will be surrounded. And then it will be demolished, old grey barnwood sold off to antique dealers, or burned as a training exercise for the volunteer department. I've thought long and hard about whether I can be there on that day. I've spent many hours, and taken literally thousands of photographs of this old structure, recording every detail. There's no one left that remembers raising this barn, but perhaps someone should be witness to and record it's death.