sometimes they're the most beautiful shade of
teal
or
aqua
or whatever you want to call that perfect shade
of
blue green
all I know is that it's the kind of color
that
makes me
scream
STOP
at my hubby
and
the brakes get slammed on
he
pulls over
and
watches me
drool all over my camera
while I'm
walking around on some farmer's land
loving something
that the bib-overalled farmer probably doesn't even see
the
beauty
in
*
isnt it amazing how we so appreciate and love everything old, worn, torn and practically falling apart? lol
ReplyDeletexo
My Grandpa Andy farmed in Nebraska -- if he ever saw something like this on his place or someone else's, he'd shudder. To him it signified a lazy farmer or, if it was on his land, another chore he had to get to. He never understood my Dad out there with his camera lovin' on all the patina.
ReplyDeleteHello-
ReplyDeleteYour photos are beautiful. I visited Madison for the first time last year. A wonderful city!
I just strolled through a few pages of your beautiful blog. A visual feast with words to match. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I found you via Relyn
ReplyDeleteDont be too sure about that bib-
ReplyDeleteoveralled farmer--he may have more
complex feelings about his/her barn
and it's color than you know
marci
He's a fine fellow, that guy of yours! Love the blue colors in that barn. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful. You see things in gorgeous technicolor and give us joy in the sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou know, if it's blue instead of the more common red, someone once loved that old barn.
I think many years ago, the current farmer's dad was a young man whose new bride was the dreamy sort. She was a city girl and not certain about the farm life she had signed on for. To make her happy, Mr. Farmer bought gallons and gallons of cerulean blue paint and surprised her on her birthday with her favorite color on his favorite place.