country drives
Sunday is becoming my husband and I’s favorite time to drive unknown roads hunting for pictures. With a reliable car, we are much more adventurous than we had previously been. Day trips are beginning to formulate in our head as well as two-day trips and various overnights.
At the moment, though, I’m very pleased with the drives and the gems it produces. Old rustic country structures have a fond place in my heart. They make me think of my family’s farm in North Dakota. The urge to take pictures of every barn I see before they all vanish and become corrugated red metal prefabbed structures is so great, it’s suffocating sometimes.
There are so many things to catch, it’s surprising. I can drive the same road five times and see something different every time – or see the same thing from a different angle. There’s a lot to be said for old rotting barn wood and crumbling silos. One has to imagine what stories go with the structures. Who lived there, what they loved, lived, learned.
It sure keeps me going back.
My hubby drives many a country road in his travels and he’s taken quite a few pics of abandoned farms and barns. Last Christmas he compiled them into a nice-sized B&W wall calendar, which is currently in our kitchen — it’s a nice way for us to *notice* those pictures often (because we refer to the calendar almost daily to see which bdays are coming up). Love the pics you have in this post.