The Side of an Old Buck’s County Barn

The sight of an old barn moves me.  Why?  I am not completely sure, but it must have something to do with the Sunday afternoons I spent on my great grandfather’s farm as a child.  The sight, the smell, the size, the history, all move me.  I want to take in every inch of the structure.  Today’s post includes two images of the same side of an old Buck’s County barn.  The sun was setting and gave such warmth to the barn.  It reflects the  heritage of the barn, the families who worked in it, the animals who lived in, the labor of love that went into maintaining it.

I typically convert images of old structures to black and white. I didn’t do the conversion for this image because the setting sun on the white barn gave the glow of warmth and history.

Despite the warm glow of the setting sun, I did convert this image to black and white. It speaks of the age of the barn and reminds us not only of the warmth, and love associated with it, but also the labor and distressing moments that went into making the farm the barn supports successful all those years ago.