My Old Friend

I’m not sure how many years I’ve been photographing this old barn, I’m guessing it’s close to 4 years now, but it never bores me and I always find a way to photograph it.  Sadly I’ve watched it fall apart as time (and probably some who have made off with parts of it) has taken it’s toll.

Parts of it are gone like what once was a small garage and as you can see a lot of the barn itself.  I don’t know how much longer it will stand – or be allowed to stand for that matter – especially now that a new subdivision has been built behind it.  But as long as it is there I will come with my camera and say hello.

Is there a place you’ve photographed year after year?  I’d like to hear about it.

Teri  📷


Here are some past images of it when it wasn’t as ventilated.

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14 Responses to My Old Friend

  1. I like that you call it ‘old friend’. I have to trees in Spain that I call my friends. I named then ‘Big Tree’ and ‘Little Tree’ I visit and photograph them for more than 5 years now. You probably know them… 🙂 Nice post!

  2. Gill says:

    I like to think that buildings have ‘souls’. There is something about getting to know a building, thinking about its past, who worked in it, what was happening around it, that makes it kind of personal. I can see why you return to photograph it again and again, it has a certain kind of history in its look. Love these pictures 🙂

  3. mickey2travel says:

    Wonderful shots! Is it safe to go inside, and shoot some of the rafters and inside walls looking out? Thank you for sharing!

  4. Timothy Price says:

    You are the keeper of its past.

  5. It’s still hanging in there…

  6. Les says:

    Again, it’s the same thing over here. Many abandonded barns and farms that once used to grow crops. Places where a Family once lived. Why did they leave I often wonder.

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