I've shared before my fascination with barns. I grew up going into two of my Granddaddy Hubbard's barns, and I've been in a few others over the years.
Recently I was allowed to go into a barn that appeared to be falling down.
An old house on the property dated back to the late 1700s, and I wonder if this barn did too.
Part of the wood structure was not smooth boards but logs with the limbs trimmed off.
Whoever built this barn meant for it to last. It seems to be a catchall right now, but I wonder if a little bit of hard work would restore it to be functional. There is beauty in this old barn just like there is beauty in older adults. Let's take time to remember those who started out before us and look for the beauty in everybody.