Why do old weathered farm buildings produce comforting memories deep within our soul? Why do we covet hand crafted hinges and door latches, produced by the skill of a long gone blacksmith? If you have never had these feelings then don’t read further.
These old storage building were last used for grain storage, as signified by all the windows and openings having been boarded over. Perhaps they once were used to store farm equipment which has now been hidden out of sight in a lesser position of importance.
These old horse pulled hay rakes have done their job and like so many before them will soon be sold for scrap. In the mean time they turn a rusty red, while the buildings lose their original red paint. Left alone, mother nature steps in and changes the wood into a variety of soft greys with orange/red lichens as trim.
The three doors of the grain bin are showing the ravages time. The wood is rotting, the doors are sagging on their hinges, and the lower boards are departing, one by one. Instead of a lock or a latch, the rims of old wooden wagon wheels are used to hold the doors closed. Time works at a methodical but unstoppable pace.
While the ravages of time completes the destruction of the once robust outside stairs, bushes have taken root in a quiet and sheltered site, ignored by the rest of the passing world.
No matter from which direction the remains of the old farm are viewed, it exhibits the feeling of peace and tranquility. Lets hope we all depart in a similar manner.
These little old buildings and sheds are scattered all around the country, no longer of use to anyone, but full of memories. This pair finished their lives as small grain bins, but now they would hardly hold a few large truck loads. The building on the left was divided into three separate storage bins and the sagging doors are braced shut by the steel rims of old wooden wagon wheels. The set of exterior steps provided access to the attic which could have been a bunk house for hired hands during many forgotten harvests.
The original farm house is long gone and these buildings are not going to be able to withstand the strong winter winds much longer. The red paint is almost gone and the wooden shingles are beginning to scatter across the fields.
At the time this photo was taken little snow had fallen but the winds have been starting to build up the snow and dirt in drifts far to the west. The remains of the neighbors barn can be seen on the lonely horizon to the extreme left.