····the stars above the broken barn
Thinking about old barns and collapsed structures. Being a builder, it’s a little like seeing a patient I could have saved. There was a lovely old barn at the bottom of Sharon hill. I watched one end of the foundation slowly slip out from under. The ridge followed and then the rest of the barn. The owners have left its bones to weather. When I drove by tonight, they were half covered under a starlit sheen of snow.
83 January 28th 2016 | bottlecap