The colors of a barn

I have a bit of a fetish for old barns.  I don't know....something about what is silent that intrigues me!  The activity that most of them saw each day now often sits quietly and keeps secrets and stories cradled gently within their grayed, worn walls.  This photo was taken just as the sun was falling asleep behind it.  The deep colors and unusual lighting, partly due to the headlights from my car sort of paint the picture of it sinking into the background of history.  Sad tales about such warm and busy buildings gone by....  Wish I could preserve each one.  Guess I'll just keep clicking.....


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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