Category: Barns

Here’s another barn peeking out of the weeds.

Here’s one of an assortment of barn pictures that I’ve taken over the last year or so. I haven’t taken any of them during those golden morning or evening hours when the lighting is magical. But I like the perspective of this one; it looks like it’s sinking into the weeds. Until the weather clears and I’m feeling a bit more fit, consider these placeholders.

This little stable looks to me like something from a fairy tale. I love its craftsmanship.

Here’s a closer look at the collapsing barn I posted yesterday. Sadly, it looks like it was quite a fine one in its day. I ventured as close as my own caution and a “no trespassing” sign allowed.

There actually is a couch stationed at the front of the barn. I suppose someone finds the barn’s collapse entertaining.

I posted the shot above on September 25th. Pardon the repetition, but I think it’s striking to take a look at it again, a month later, with an updated shot.

I’m not sure when the cupola disappeared into that gaping hole in the roof. I noticed its absence a week or two after I posted the first shot. As evidenced here, the wind and weather this time of the year is not kind to fragile buildings.

I ventured closer to this barn the day I took the latest shot. I’ll post more portraits of it tomorrow.

It’s easy to miss this barn alongside Highway 101 and by the looks of it it may not be with us for long.

It sits on a hillside above the highway and it’s tricky to find a good vantage. Here’s a closer view.

Thanks to Patricia for mentioning this to me.

The front of this barn faces onto a road I travel regularly. It’s a pretty spread with a home I admire. I recently approached it from another direction and discovered these three vintage cars, presumably waiting for attention. All are Fords. My husband estimates they are probably a 1950, 1954, and 1955. Then he launched into a nostalgic story about sleeping in the back of one of these many, many years ago.

In our early days together hubby regularly waved at passing old cars saying, “I had one of those!” He bought many for $25, tinkered with them, and then drove them until they ran out of drive.