I simply adore old barns. I found this little charmer just outside of New Virginia. I cannot tell you when or how my love affair with these large wooden beauties began, I only know that any time I happen to see one I feel a pull at my heart strings, especially those that are simply rotting where they stand. It’s just sad to watch pieces of history slowly decay. Maybe my struggle is with the reminder that life is short and that time is passing by and I’ve spent way to much of my life observing instead of living.
I also know that barns have been a consistent pull for me when it comes to photography. I enjoy capturing photos in all different settings but nothing steals my heart like coming across a wonderful barn, no matter what condition. I wish I could spend more time, get to know some of the history, touch the withered wood and wonder about the people who built it. However, I am a cautious girl and I’m not in the habit of trespassing so I am limited to day dreaming from afar.
These days I’m following the advice that I have often given to my children but rarely employed in my own life. Listen to the things; the people and places that capture your soul. Whether it’s people who inspire you and make you want to be a better person, work that challenges you and allows you make a difference, or just an old barn that takes your breath away and brings your imagination to life, whatever those may be…seek them out, cherish them. These are your passions. When you focus your energy on those things all of the other silly stuff becomes, well, just silly stuff.