While leading some field trips to view baby barn owls, I happened to catch this scene. The light from the bright outside was streaming through the old broken shutters on a vent that helps air out the barn. Though it was rather dark inside the barn, this natural light played upon the inside wooden wall, revealing every intricate detail of the weathered barn siding.
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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I am a barn fanatic, when we purchased our first home back in the early 1960’s I checked out the barn first before I even went inside the house.
Nice photo, you can see the stain marks from the rusty nails running down the boards.
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I am a barn fanatic, when we purchased our first home back in the early 1960’s I checked out the barn first before I even went inside the house.
Nice photo, you can see the stain marks from the rusty nails running down the boards.
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Thanks. Indeed, those marks were just one of the reasons I liked this photo.
Bruce
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This photo brings back lots of memories of playing in the barn with my siblings.
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I’m glad it did, Katie, Thanks for sharing that.
Bruce
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