There's something about a barn. Say, one in slight decay, set on a rolling plain of vivid country green, off a quiet gravel road. There is something about its purpose that makes it beautiful, and its rarity (we are losing them, one by one, in his modern world) that tugs at this Mid-Western heart.
I grew up in this setting, then wandered away to more than one big city as an adult. But these are images I can meditate on, recalling the smells of grain, the humid air, and the space where a small child can run and run and run.
[photo: siskokid via flickr]
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[photo: Jeff Power via flickr]
[photo: McMorr via flickr]

[photo: Jeff Power via flickr]










