I loved how the pine bows mimicked the curvature of the shed’s roof. But it was the old sandstones, now whitewashed, that really caught my eye. Those ancient stones of the 19th century barn have a lot of stories to tell about the farmers who have come and gone, and about the passersby who have driven or biked or walked past this beautiful old building. I sure hope they saw what I saw.
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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4 thoughts on “The Corner of the Barn”
That curvature mimicking is marvelous! What a great eye you have for seeing patterns, etc.
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That curvature mimicking is marvelous! What a great eye you have for seeing patterns, etc.
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Thanks, Ava.
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Thank you for sharing! i appreciate your pointing out things I don’t see right away. Love your “eye”!
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Thanks, Rita.
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