On a recent morning, dense fog was just over there, a couple hundred meters away.
A thunderstorm swept in Wednesday afternoon. I went outside to get a good look at the storm as it rolled in. Lightning began crackling and thunder roaring, so it was time to go inside.
This afternoons’ autumn sky was quite dramatic, with clouds dropping rain that largely though not completely evaporated before reaching the ground.
We came across this old house during a recent exploration of our municipality. It is obviously beyond saving.
What stories it must harbour!
An intriguing thing is that it still stands, while many old structures in our part of the world are knocked down in order to clear a bit more square meterage for crop planting. And while abandoned the lawn is obviously maintained, plus there is a ‘No Trespassing’ sign posted. The property owner cares enough to mow the lawn yet keep the structure it as is.
It’s a treasure.
This photo does not begin to capture this sunrises’ delicate hues. It was so lovely, and I would have preferred to continue watching it reveal its beauty.
Although I had to press on to work, I was so blessed to witness this.
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.
The sun was little more than an orange-red disk on this hazy, smoky, foggy morning.
It would be good to see more fields in this part of the world protected by hedgerows. Unfortunately, it seems that planting property line to property line is more important.