Some places continue to offer subjects time after time, even when you think you have exhausted all possibilities for visions. This abandoned barn up the road a bit has proven to be one of those. The barn has looked like it could collapse for a number of years, especially this time of the year with the extra weight of the snow on what is left of the roof. This inside is filled with a variety of items, from old tricycles to a complete workshop of parts and some tools. Ladders, doors, an antique sled, and who knows what else is buried under all the junk. It is hard to walk inside due to all the debri. Whoever ends up buying or inheriting this property will have a big and expensive job to remove all of this crap. For the meantime, the old structure continues to defy gravity and offer me more opportunities. If there is substantial snow on the roof, I won’t venture in anymore, as that would not be a fitting end to me or the Hasselblad.
“This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe