Monday, February 10, 2020
This small city has grown rapidly in my relatively few years living here. The above photo is of a small farm, near my home, a sight cherished by us wannabe country types. Sure, there remain other small farms, but many are disappearing quickly. Farm spaces are being refilled with clusters of too-close new (and to me, ugly) homes.
Across the road from this farm is what remains of an old barn. For years it stood in full view, battered and recognizable. Each time while driving past, I’d salute that barn’s age, survival, and historical viability. Recently, the structure changed, and now, consists only of bare support bones. Otherwise, it’s been stripped of all the wood covering, and now, it’s hard to visualize what sort of structure those bones might represent. It’s coverings, glowing and weather-aged, went to one or others intending to frame pictures, build furniture, or punctuate some expensive new building with historic wood.
Since seeing that the little barn has all but disappeared, and so quickly, I’ve felt an urgency to record some old structures that still exist. Today, that’ll become my project. I’ll go out with a camera to capture some visual history and create a little photojournalism. Stay tuned.
Dear Friends: Our little semi-rural neighborhoods are very special and becoming rare. Diana