I've always had a thing for old barns. I love their weathered wood and fading paint. The overgrown trees planted beside them oh so many years ago.
The doors that never seem to close anymore, allowing a peek into what's stored inside. The remnants of silos, unused now but reminders of another time.
Barns filled with the sweet fragrance of hay.
Barns that have seen better days, with missing boards and a roof that leaks when it rains.
Barns that have tiny windows to let in the light.
Barns embellished with a white star that the surrounding trees threaten to forever hide from view.
I'll share a few more barns with you in my next post ... see you soon!