©2011 Cris Coleman

Foggy Morning by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

I live on top of one of a multitude of hills in NW Missouri. Looking north, this is how it often looks after a warm, nightly rainfall. Sometimes the fog even appears during a rainfall. It’s interesting to drive in, especially at night.

©2009 Cris Coleman

Meal Time by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Mealtime on a farm is definitely “down” time.

©2011 Cris Coleman

Girders by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

The unfortunate cause of my having had to take a long detour every night for a couple of months to get from point A to point B. The old bridge didn’t seem to be in very bad condition, but on the other hand, I didn’t have to drive on its underside. It might have been ready to collapse at any moment. But, thankfully, its fixed now.

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©2011 Cris Coleman

Girders-2 by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

©2011 Cris Coleman

Girders-3 by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

©2011 Cris Coleman

Old Store Front by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

I stand alone,
The last of its kind,
A memory,
No more than that,
No more Moms and Pops,
A victim of Wal-Mart

©2012 Cris Coleman

Regretful Old Barn by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

I’m regretful that I’ve outlived my usefulness.
I’m regretful that rain falls through my roof.
I’m regretful that the wind rattles through my once solid walls.
I’m regretful that field mice have taken the place of little colts on my now musty hay that’s blown up in a heap in one of my corners.
I’m regretful my roof and wall is beginning to cave in.
I’m regretful that no one visits me anymore except the cows who feed outside my walls from time to time.

©2012 Cris Coleman

Waiting to Collapse by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Old barns are among my favorite things to photograph, the more dilapidated, the more I like them. Sometimes my photographs are the last ones taken before the barn either falls down or is taken down. I view them as pieces of history.

I also like to photograph pretty much anything that is old, rundown or not.

This particular barn I caught just at that magical hour as the sun was coming up. You can see how that time of day creates a magical aura of sorts with the reds.