A little more than a year ago I have found this barn on a lonely country side road and fell in love with it’s picturesque combination of rusty sheet metal and old wood. I would go back every once in a while to photograph it under different lighting in hopes of making a larger series.
This past weekend I went back and found the barn to be burned down, no longer part of the landscape. Moments like this remind me of the power photography has to freeze time, and how this fascinating, almost magical fact is so often forgotten.
It is unfortunate that I was not able to complete the series, but as the good and wise Dr.Seus said, Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.