I am sitting in front of the wood stove, mug of tea at hand, and was pouring over the
photos I took at the old dairy barns on Saltspring Island...
I love to see them from a distance, coming up the narrow country road and
finding them just peeking out from between the maples...
But I also long to hear the whispers from the wood...
Echoes of the calls of the farmhands, loading in hay...
...the lowing of the cattle whilst milk maids clean the pails...
Early morning ,opening of the big doors as the day begins...
The buzz of the summer heat, switching tails at flies in the shade...
...and at the end of the day, the gathering of the herd and the closing of the doors...
The sounds have quieted now.
The ghosts of a long ago way of life.
The imaginations of the wanderers keeping the stories alive.
The ghosts of a long ago way of life.
The imaginations of the wanderers keeping the stories alive.
5 comments:
oh yea...wabi sabi
Such nice pictures
I understand this lingering
at details....such beauty
and longing
I love old buildings too, love the craft which went into making them, love wondering at the stories they could tell of the lives lived there.
old barns, old building architecture, vintage colors and textures are especial loves of mine.
i understand the need to draw close to hear the whispers of the wood. to smell the damp wood, and to catch a glimpse of things gone before.
great pics.
Happy, peaceful sigh. I love this post. I could write all day about all the reasons i love it. Those are wise old buildings that could teach us lessons..
Yes, yes, yes. The wood carries the memory of lives lived there.
I can feel the past in your photos.
Beautiful!
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