Saturday, March 24, 2007


I struggle to think what the precipitating factor was in the collapse of this barn. Perhaps the beams were weakened by age and a significant snowfall pushed it into the danger zone. It must have been incredibly loud, the sound of danger itself.

There's no possible way to enter besides the use of a telephoto lens. It's a tangle of wood and the previously mentioned corrugated metal. At the upper edge a window is curiously positioned, no longer needed to provide light to the once dark interior. The hay is long gone, as are the farmers who worked this land.


pablo said...

Someday I should take myself up there to this place you call Illinois and spend a day wandering the backroads with you. Really, I should.


Zanne said...

I agree, you should. The drive from the Mississippi river town of Savanna east is quite indicative of northern Illinois.

Stay tuned Pablo because the farmers wife is poised to take a road trip once a week and report back to the blog.

Deb said...

I've been meaning to blog about a barn destruction I noticed recently. The barn had been unused and in a state of disrepair for years, leaning further and further in, but the last wind storm of winter did it in. And I imagined the sound of it, groaning then crashing. Ouch. I hate to see these barns go.