I grew up in what was once a rural county filled with dairy and horse farms and all the old barns that go along with that kind of thing. My step-mom was a horse trainer and she and my dad spent most of my childhood living on this farm or that, so I guess that’s where my obsession with barns began. Whether I’m driving or riding down the road, barns never fail to catch my eye. If I can safely get to the side of the road, I usually stop to take a photo. I figure some day this rural slice of American Pie may fade off into a distant memory so I try to preserve them in photos as much as possible.
One of my very first barn photos was shot with a Canon point-and-shoot. This barn was about a mile from where I grew up, and it’s no longer there instead being replaced by over-development a.k.a. city folks invading the country and turning it into another city. Hmph.
This old barn is now part of a park in Dahlonega, GA, and it has most definitely seen better days. I guess when there are swing sets and baseball diamonds and soccer fields to maintain, old barns get overlooked. Of course, the often overlooked stuff is always what catches my eye.
Sometimes it’s not the barn itself that catches my attention but the entire scene. On this particular day, I just got in my car and decided to do a little country exploring here in East Tennessee. I have no idea where I was when I took this shot, but I know the fluffy clouds and shadows caught my eye so I stopped right there in the middle of the road. Thankfully in the country, you can do that sort of thing.
These next two are among my favorite barn photos. I was at the tail end of my drive home to Virginia to visit my family, somewhere in the vicinity of Orange. That’s a place, not only a fruit and color. I saw this barn while still on pavement, so I wheeled onto the dirt road running adjacent to the barn, climbed up on the fence and started snapping away. The grass really was that green, no enhancement there.
On that same drive, cutting across Virginia, I stopped at a scenic overlook because, well, I like scenic things. You never really know what you’re going to get at a scenic overlook. Sometimes they’re so overgrown, you can’t see a dang thing. This time, I was pleasantly surprised to find this beautiful farm nestled at the base of the mountains. I’m sure there are tons of photos of this thing floating around, but I wanted to share it here because I feel a deep love for my home state and the rural beauty of these rolling hills really represents why I love it so much.
I guess you can take the girl outta the country, but you can’t take the country outta the girl, huh? I hope y’all have enjoyed these photos as much as I enjoyed sharing them with y’all.
‘Til next time… xoxo