Old barns are my first love. I always keep running back to them, although it’s getting harder and harder to find new ones in my immediate area. And it’s not like I can just hop over a barbed wire fence to go onto the property to get different views of them. I’ve already had a truck-load of rednecks (no offense to rednecks) chase me down the street because I was perfectly legally taking photos of a barn from the street apparently belonging to them. No shotgun so far, but I’m not going to press the issue.

The first barn below is one I took a couple of years ago, maybe, followed by two that I took earlier this year after a very powerful flat wind came charging through the neighborhood last summer. These are followed by two photos of a rather neglected old barn somewhere south of Blanchard, Iowa, just into Missouri.

Link back to Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse
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Pre-flat wind barn

There wasn’t anything at left of the barn after it was visited by a very powerful flat wind, I believe, last year.

Take 2

South side

North side

Here’s my entry into this week’s photo challenge. Not sure what some of these colors are supposed to be, but here’s my best guess.

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You’re welcome to come visit my Barns! Barns! Barns! photostream in flickr where you can upload your own photos of old barns, farm houses and other related items.

Fall is the second most beautiful time of the year for me.

One of the nice things about summer is the emergence of the roadside day lilies.

Even weeds can be pretty.

I think ferns may be the only plant that hides its seeds under its leaves.

What kind of plane would make tht kind of a trail? Too straight and angled to have been blown around by wind.

What a beautiful sight, my grandbaby CC.

How easily entertained are these young ones—everything so new and wonder to Granddaughter Sofia