disappearing

Old barns can be seen beside secondary highways in this North Georgia area. Most have been abandoned, left standing simply because it costs too much to tear them down. There's beauty in the rusted tin roofs, weathered timbers and simple architecture. These structures are fast disappearing, and it's sad that we don't seem to see them at all. We're in such a rush getting from Point A to Point B that we hardly notice these icons of an era inhabited by our grandparents. I sometimes imagine a barn, newly built, with its farm implements hanging on hooks, the sweet smell of hay and the scurry of mouse feet.

on the morning side of the mountain

Recently while visiting Cloudland Station, I was reminiscing about Granddad's farm. I would play for endless hours on the old wagon. It was my pirate ship, my island, my playhouse...my special place. In my child's mind, it would always be there...but it was gone all too quickly. Now whenever I see an old farm wagon, I am transported back to those carefree days.

Mountain Cove barn

I know in photography as well as painting composition, the focal point should not be centered in the frame/canvas. However, this barn sitting on a hill's crest held such a commanding presence, I couldn't help putting it there. This is one of many barns located at Mountain Cove Farm in Walker County, GA. With the sky's bold blue canopy and surrounding Fall foliage, the barn appeared to glow in the late morning sunlight.

mysterious barn

When I was a kid I loved to play for hours in my Granddad's barn. There among the old boards, dry hay and scurry of mouse feet it was easy to create another mysterious world in my childhood mind. Hours flew by and the only thing dragging me back was Grandma's call "Ya'll come on in to supper!"
This isn't Granddad's barn - it has been gone for many years. But every time I see an old barn, I remember the wonderful times treasured.