Sunday, March 17, 2013

last barn

The most southern barn of the 3 is resigned to its fate.  Broken and hemorrhaging hay, whatever energy it once possessed now seems spent.  As solid as the ladder to the loft is, there is no destination at the other end.  The March air has a late day chill - Michael & I quietly pack our gear and head for home.

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