On a marvellous late winter morning, this tin barn was softly lit by pre-sunrise light, with the moon setting above it. I was blessed to come across this scene.
Softly lit.
Tag: barn
First blush.
The first blush of the morning sun graces an old barn.
Stories to tell.
This barn must have many, many stories to tell. It would be most interesting to sit and listen.
Almost invisible.
Fog was so dense one morning, this barn was almost invisible from a mere 100 meters away.
Dramatic.
This afternoons’ autumn sky was quite dramatic, with clouds dropping rain that largely though not completely evaporated before reaching the ground.
Not very many.
Not very many of these old wood barns still stand in my part of the world. So many have been knocked down and burned up in order to free up a few thousand (sometimes a few more hundred) more square feet for growing a cash crop. I have driven past this one for almost ten years, and hold my breath every time I drive in its direction.
Deep.
The deep green and blue grey of this spring sky caught my eye.
Adds a dash.
A splash of pale pink adds a dash of colour to an otherwise grey and white early morning landscape.
Backgrounded
A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.
Awaits
On a hazy and very hot morning, winter wheat awaits the combine.
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