[caption id="attachment_1456" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="I bet my old Bon Jovi tapes would sound pretty sweet on this rad boombox."][/caption] Old barns are always fun to explore. I experience a childlike thrill when the wind blows a creaky door closed, when spooked birds flap skyward at my presence, and when I realize that the closest human may very well be a mile away. Most of all, though, I like barns for the little details of a once-productive life that was lived within. [caption id="attachment_1457" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="Proper footwear is paramount to keeping your tootsies happy amid gallons of manure."][/caption] I have never spent any appreciable amount of time on a farm, so details like these old boots, a worn-out broom, and old bottles captivate me. They're implements of a life that I have never led. [caption id="attachment_1458" align="aligncenter" width="640" caption="I'd bet that this bottle of oil has seen a lot of seasons from its perch on this window sill."][/caption] In some cases, these items are also the artifacts of a dying way of life. The horses here have long since moved on to greener pastures. [caption id="attachment_1459" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="This looks like a fine place to take my grains, thank you."][/caption] Ebb and flow. It's part of change. We're all in the middle of it. [caption id="attachment_1460" align="aligncenter" width="425" caption="It's time to sweep this place out and start anew."][/caption]      

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