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The old red barn was just barely standing when we took the photograph. It actually did look as if it were still being used to a certain extent. I'm not exactly sure how safe that would be though.
I loved the vintage look of it. I wondered what it looked like in its glory days....brand spanking new. I could imagine a shiny green John Deere tractor standing under its cover. I could just see in my mind's eye, stacks upon stacks, rows upon rows of fresh hay waiting in the barn to feed nearby livestock. I could envision the farmer, dressed in faded overalls and a hat on his head working steadily to take care of his barn and his animals.
A barn seems to be a man's pride and joy and I wondered why this one was not kept up, with a fresh coat of barn red paint and new boards and repairs made. Or even torn down and a new barn erected in its place. But if it had been BRAND NEW, I might not have bothered to shoot this photograph.

I have always loved to take pictures. My first job, at age 16, was receptionist for our local newspaper, but the owners soon included me in taking photos, darkroom and writing articles. Years later, a terrible event in my personal life brought back a love of taking photos that I had not been pursuing to any great extent. My only child passed away at the age of 22. He was such a wonderful guy and I feel blessed that God chose me to be his mom. Reeling from his death, I sought some sort of diversion, needing to get my mind focused on anything besides my great loss. After a bad fall that resulted in surgery, I was recuperating at home and stir crazy. My husband took me out for drives in the country. We bought a new digital camera...