Each barn I "discover" is destined to become my newest favourite. I wonder how many times this laneway has been used to get to the farmhouse that is no longer there.
Remnants of fading red paint still cling to the wood, with a roof bleached almost white by years of sun and wind.
Outbuildings that look as if a gust of wind might bring them down forever.
Barns that still look beautiful, in spite of their age and wear.