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.