Category: Barns

An early evening drive through the country is the perfect way to end a busy day.
A rocking chair on a front porch overlooking the spring prairie must have seemed like heaven on earth to the early settlers.

I can't help but wonder if one of those settlers dug the hole for this old post and wired it to set his boundary.
If so, it has weathered the seasons well...

~Nancy ~ 144/365

Another Old Barn

05/05/2013

Its antique colors are brighter in the rain,
with a lush green setting.

It was reason enough to venture out in spite of the damp, cold day.

~Nancy ~ 125/365

Spring Barn

03/26/2013

The sun came out,
and the snow began to melt.
The sky was an amazing blue as its color seemed to reflect back from the snow.

I passed this barn on a county road traveling to Findlay.
It won't be long before the farmer needs to put down boards
to make a path over the thawing ground.

~Nancy ~ 85/365

Foggy Barn

03/16/2013

I'm still on Eastern Standard Time,
so this morning I woke early.
When I saw the fog,
I knew exactly where I needed to go for today's picture...

~Nancy ~ 75/365

Barn Window

02/24/2013

Before the sun set,
I returned to yesterday's barn to photograph it again.

With the melting snow,
I was able to walk around it a little more.
On the south side I found this wonderful old window.

While many of our old barns are collapsing, or are beyond repair,
this old barn is standing firm.

~Nancy ~ 55/365

Winter Barn

02/23/2013

"What good is the warmth of summer,
without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
~~John Steinbeck, "Travels with Charley: In Search of American"

Mr. Groundhog...
A promise is a promise.

~Nancy ~ 54/365

Blowin' in the Wind

01/25/2013

With the sun making a late appearance,
it felt like an afternoon drive down county roads.
I found this old windmill tucked away on an overgrown pasture.

We call them windmills,
but according to Wikipedia,
they are actually "windpumps".

"...at their peak in 1930, an estimated 600,000 units were in use."

Even though the blades and the wind vane
were full of holes left over from someone's "target practice",
they moved and turned slowly and gracefully in direct relation to the wind.

This piece of "Americana" had been built to last.

~Nancy ~ 25/365