I’m a sucker for the countryside, with all its barns and farming paraphanelia. Perhaps because I grew up near farming, as it was just 10 minutes outside of town where I lived. We would take Sunday afternoon drives (gas was a LOT cheaper then) and the family would picnic, and fossil-hunt, and visit farms, produce stands, etc. I remember watching as brightly painted barns whooshed by out the window. OK, well they probably didn’t whoosh by- our old Ford Fairlane with 6 people didn’t whoosh – but anyway, I remember watching huge cummulus clouds and barns and silos, and farmhouses and fields of corn pass by, and that left an impact, and explains why I feel so fond of the farming regions of our country.
This all sounds nostalgic, but that’s what has been coming up for me the past two weeks, so I’m going with it. It has a lot to do with the change of seasons, when the buzz and hustle of summer activities and BBQs wind down, and the sun’s angle is lower, and the nights come earlier, and we prepare to hibernate, in our own way. Even if we don’t actually stop doing stuff, and get more active in Autumn, for all the colors and beauty there is to photograph, there’s something about the change and the dormancy of nature…
As I wandered around the farm complex, I liked the graphic clean shape of the barn in contrast with the softer, light clouds.
I also found this very cool barn wall complete with a window reflection of the clouds and blue sky, offering me another photo opp.
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