I’ve always been entranced by old barns. There’s a story in there … the different people and the different animals that have come and gone through the ages. The bats and the barn swallows and the mice that make the barn their home. The peeling paint, the weathered wood, the smell of fresh hay. Would you like to see?
The barn is a peaceful place, solitude from the world around, a place to meditate on how things once were. Yes, they were simple, but they were solid. I like that. What about you?
Desert Well 