I have this thing about photographing old barns. It could be nostalgia or something more. The stories those weathered boards could tell if only they could speak. They stand there, defiant against time, beaten by the wind, the rain, and the sun—yet still they stand. They are a reminder of days gone by, of hands that built them, of lives lived under their roofs. There’s a particular pull in that history. It’s hard to resist.
Here are a couple of new artist-proof photos. They capture that feeling—simple, raw, honest—like the barns themselves.
Further Reading:
Old Barn, Nisqually, Washington
