I too love buildings on their way out. Years ago we lived on an old farmstead. Several of the buildings were waging a losing battle with the frighteningly robust varieties of non-native blackberry that grow in the Pacific Northwest. One evening we arrived home from work, drove up the driveway…and both looked around feeling like something was different; but we couldn’t quite put our finger on it. Finally! The old clapboard garage that had been truly fighting a valiant battle, finally collapsed while we were gone that day. In the morning it had still been “standing”, but late in the afternoon…gravity and the blackberries had finally won. You would have loved it. Thanks for the wonderful photo.
Thanks Jolene. We will miss you tomorrow. I’ll make you a deal – I will try not to let Freshly Pressed go to my head, if you can try to subject yourself to a plain old Northwest photo walk after you return from your adventure in Ireland. 🙂
Love the angles of the barn, Mike. I too am so sad to see old barns go. Brings images of “How the West Was Won” and now is fading away. Where was this?
I like the look of this one, interesting formation. The abandoned buildings can be real gems to photograph.
Marvelous
You should come to Arkansas. tons of old falling, almost to the ground barns here. I will look to post some pics soon. Excellent photo!
Blessings, Kevin
Always a sad sight to see… they’re going, fast.
I really love the curve of the fallen roof, the wagon is just a total added bonus!! 😀
This reminded me of a scene from the last Transformers movie that took place in the desert.
I too love buildings on their way out. Years ago we lived on an old farmstead. Several of the buildings were waging a losing battle with the frighteningly robust varieties of non-native blackberry that grow in the Pacific Northwest. One evening we arrived home from work, drove up the driveway…and both looked around feeling like something was different; but we couldn’t quite put our finger on it. Finally! The old clapboard garage that had been truly fighting a valiant battle, finally collapsed while we were gone that day. In the morning it had still been “standing”, but late in the afternoon…gravity and the blackberries had finally won. You would have loved it. Thanks for the wonderful photo.
I love your pictures of Sticks, but I think this may be my favorite of your photos.
Don’t forget about us Mike, now that you’ve been freshly pressed!!! 🙂 I’ll miss you all tomorrow.
Thanks Jolene. We will miss you tomorrow. I’ll make you a deal – I will try not to let Freshly Pressed go to my head, if you can try to subject yourself to a plain old Northwest photo walk after you return from your adventure in Ireland. 🙂
Don’t laugh. Barn implosions are a real problem in the midwest.
Something to do with certain difficult Square Dance patterns that lead to overconsumption of oxygen in insulated buildings, which creates a vacuum.
Love the angles of the barn, Mike. I too am so sad to see old barns go. Brings images of “How the West Was Won” and now is fading away. Where was this?
Thanks Leah. It was on the east side of the Cascades, about 20 miles northeast of Wenatchee.
wow, good job! I love that photo!
Bones and skulls of animals in the desert
Sad and beautiful.
they’v been built and forgotten…
I like this photo. The blue of the sky saves me from the sadnees of that dead barn.
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