Walk around the barn with me.
The side facing the road is red, the traditional color of many barns. My mother painted the Peace Dove around 40 years ago on a sheet of plywood. Bud found it in the barn this fall and decided to hang it for the holidays.
The northern side bears remnants of the red. Also a few broken windows.
And a tree with a cool twisty trunk.
The messy back side is a mish-mash of red, green (discolored plywood), and black, where the silo used to stand.
Here is what remains of the old silo — metal bands and wooden staves becoming one with the earth.
The southern side is all gray, discolored in the one corner where a truck cap leaned against it for years.
I think this side is the prettiest.
I took a picture of it during the summer just because I liked the way it looked.
It’s lovely, don’t you think?
Exposure to the elements and weather brings about changes — like the trials in our lives. We end up with some scars and a few broken parts.
But if we lean in, we might find some beauty there.
7 thoughts on “Weathered”
The remains of the silo- both its impression against the wall and the physical stuff on the ground- strike me especially; nature doesn’t take long to reclaim.
I agree. I love that pic. In one picture you captured history, intrigue, delights of fancy, and a touch of romance. Pretty impressive for one picture, I’d say. congratz. loved it.
Thank you for your kind words. I love that barn.
There is something incredibly appealing about it. It just is!
It is lovely. I thought at first the peace dove was a barn quilt. Thank you for sharing.
It DOES look like a barn quilt, now that you mention it. I like that.
It is a wonderful heirloom piece from your mom. 🙂
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