
The more I age the more I feel like this barn looks. Old and worn but still beautiful in it’s ways.
I drove the road past Monsanto until it turned into gravel, lined with cemeteries and a dead end that opened into a field where this barn is. This old barn. How long as it been here? What happened to the owners who once worked this land?
I believe the brick dates the barn to the early 1900s, the same as the houses in town are dated. I parked my truck and got out to take this picture. The sun’s warmth contrasted against the chilled breeze.
I sat with at the barn for a while before going home that day. Maybe the barn was lonely, I thought. Or, maybe I was.


