Tuesday, December 27, 2005
An old milking shed has long outlived its usefulness. It decays slowly, standing alone in the elements, unheated, uncared for. The building, like some kind of radioactive isotope, loses vitality at a mathmatically determined rate, the decaying processes taking its toll.
Buildings in their prime exude a beauty that comes with usefulness and maintenance, the hand of man shows, caring for the structure. As the shed ages, things fall slowly to disrepair and simply look tired and tacky. The interesting stage comes when it passes into what we'll call desolate beauty, when it's crumbling features take on a beauty of their own, a character cloaked in the silvery patina of old age.