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.
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Thanks for your comment on my site :)
Looking through yours, I'm really impressed with the richness of rural life you've managed to capture in your photos. I think the disparity of "themed" photoblogs is really something, and I commend and thank you for bringing some great images from your home to share.
Such is the sad way of things - but like us they live and die. Beautiful and poignant.
I am mesmerized by your photos.
I like the clean light coming through the window and touching the worn stairs.
They seem to be waiting for the sounds of approaching footsteps, which the cobwebs of time have silenced.
KJ
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