A soft blanket of beautiful white snow covered our world here last night.
I had some running to do to take care of taxes and on the way home, I meandered a bit, taking the long way: those back roads you know that I love so, so much. They provide so us much beauty when we take an extra few minutes to travel them.
The day was gray and perfectly misty with snow still falling and perfect for drive-by shooting.....country style. Each scene appearing to me as an old painting through the dripping windows of my truck.
And let me say, in situations like these weather conditions, it's pretty hard to take a bad picture; yes even those shot out of windows that are all wet look good, so the weather was my best asset today!
I can't tell you just why, but these barn shots just break my heart.
There is just something about their lonesome beauty that cuts me deep down and makes me ache.
Is it because this is the way of rural life as I knew it is aging, meaning that I am aging as well?
Is it because this was the moving picture show for my innocent brown eyes as I looked out the station wagon window for all my childhood?
Is it because I want to go inside, take a deep breath, and explore those walls and windows, to smell the past, to hear the wind come through those cracks and see the hay still left on the floor blow quietly around my feet?
I think so.
And the farmhouses that accompany some of these lonely, beautiful barns, they make me want to go knock on the door and ask if I might explore...just for a minute.
All those nooks and crannies tucked under those eaves, if I just might take a minute to peep out the wavy glass window of the upstairs bedroom out at the fields of snow below me...
How do old barns make you feel?