Highway 82

08 Feb

This barn sits on a corner property and I’ve been watching it over the past few years descend into fragments of a hallucination.   Musty hay covers the floor on both levels while old black office chairs lay tumbled in the left stall.  A couple of  unrecognizable stuffed toys are scattered outside the barn in tall weeds.  Spiral notebooks are open to the time of day while cold north wind blows the pages reading nothing.    And in the south stall a long rusty wire hangs from a beam with a stale bite of rope reserved for dispair. 



Posted by on February 8, 2008 in Black and White, Photography, Texas


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2 responses to “Highway 82

  1. Paula

    February 8, 2008 at 8:12 pm

    We drive past a couple of these whenever we go to the farm.
    The law of entropy in action.

  2. Sandy

    February 8, 2008 at 11:02 pm

    Very sad to watch rural America disappear isn’t it? A very moving photograph and description. Thank You !


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