Foggy Morning Barn

I decided to leave a little early yesterday morning to take some photos of a barn that has been calling to me for some time. It was another one of those foggy mornings and the sun was just beginning to burn its way through.

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The other end of the barn isn’t faring as well. I think they are salvaging some of it – I hope so.

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At first I thought it very sad, but then I remembered that I am donating my organs when I die. These barns have such beautiful lines and were built to last – but not forever. They are wood and are expensive to maintain once the farm is no longer active so there are a lot of decaying barns dotting the countryside, the wood rejoining the earth. Some people have the energy and vision to find uses for various elements and materials. A friend has been collecting the huge beams from barns that are being demolished to use in a cider mill he is breathing new life into.