Mark and I went for a ride yesterday evening, first for a bit of ice cream from The Creamery, then just to meander through the country. At one point I looked at him and said that we must be old now, doing this driving around just to see the country side.
Thanks to all the recent rain, the corn and soy beans and wheat look fabulous. We saw corn that is at least ten feet tall already, wheat that is being cut, and soy beans that are a good foot and a half tall. I wish you could smell the fresh air here on a day like this. It’s just heavenly.
The evening sun made everything look golden, especially any old barns we drove by. We came to one that was interesting and we were able to stop the truck for a bit so I could step out and get a few images.
This is my favorite. The old vent on the side of the barn, the paint that is almost gone, and those places where the evening sun is actually shining through. It was that sunlight that really made it for me.
And what is it about these old barns, old buildings, structures that are grungy looking and falling down? Why are we drawn to them?
For me there is the history, the structures like you just don’t see being built anymore, the way of life that demanded such huge barns. And at this point in my own life, old stuff like this reminds me that the past is just that…past. Who I was then is not who I am today because I change, too. As I struggle to live in the now, these places remind me how easy it is to get caught up in the past and let it drag me down.
Maybe that is why that light is shining through the gaps in this old wall. Even a small place that opens can let that light in.