time has worn
the ruby from the clapboards
barns weathering winter
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
time has worn
the ruby from the clapboards
barns weathering winter
Very interesting composition
Excellent composition
mmmmmmm… ruby from the clapboards…. 🙂
I love older barns, great pic and poem!! Hugz lisa and Bear
Sweet!
Time’s beginning to take it’s toll on this body as well! 🙂
Nice shot thanks.
As a barn builder I loved this post–thank you.
All your post so interesting and thoughtful. Sorry for the barn.
red barns across the water make my English heart sing 🙂
beautiful
I love this – the composition of both photo and words.
i live by many bars such as these – a matter of fact, one marks the entrance of my subdivision. they are very mysterious to me – I wonder about their history, how they have come to be…
Missed your poems! Happy to read you again 🙂
I love old barns, great shot!
What a lovely way to view time.
The photo has a good combination of colors.
A lovely shot. So much charm in the weathered paint.
Such stories that barn could tell x
great shot – I love the fading reds. 🙂
What ghosts live yonder?
Wonderful vintage barns.
Sad ol’ barns – in need of some TLC. I always feel for neglected buildings, I can’t help myself!
Very beautiful photo shot!
Your image really has a sense of depth to it. Nice composition!
a perfect match!