The lives that have lived inside.
Photographing them never gets old for me.
I have been known to pull over on the side of the road just to get a picture of an old barn.
Nothing makes me happier than capturing a rustic barn framed with a blue sky full of fluffy clouds.
Add in an old cedar fence with some cows or horses and I am giddy with joy.
Add in some bon bons and rockin car tunes and I might even do a dance.
Don't judge. I am only human.
Lucky for me, my family history involves farming...and barns.
Except, sadly, they are empty and falling apart.
But it still doesn't take away from the history.
And the lives that have lived inside of them in the past.
Once upon a time, my family ran a huge dairy farm. Like hugely, huge. Like ginormously huge. I can remember not being interested at all in the actual cows, but the milk room smelled sooooooooooo good, I could spend the whole day sitting in there sniffing the wonderful scent of freshly squeezed milk. YUM.
Now it sits empty and I am sad about that.
I could totally milk cows now. I could totally deal with the yucky smells and the wonderful smells.
I could totally be a farm girl.
At one time there were working horses on this farm. We think this building housed the harness and wagons. I will check on that and get back to you because I am sure you are wanting to know.
This makes me sad. The rickety old walls. The holes. The items left untouched for many years.
But the history is still there.
And the stories.
And even the beauty.
Could someone lend us alot of money so we can restore everything and start up another dairy farm....with horses and wagons?
Also linking up with Homestead Barn Hop.
All of a sudden my blog has become country-ish.