When you live in Indiana, at some point, you’re going to see a barn. Whether it be newly updated, barely standing or collapsed to a pile of rubble. But once upon a time, these beautiful structures were commonplace throughout the Indiana landscape and not only served a purpose, but displayed visual artistry through conceptual design that would leave us amazed.
To some, seeing a barn is as every day as passing the local Wal-Mart or Starbucks. But when I look at these architectural wonders, I envision what it was like when they were being constructed; what was the vision of those who created it and for what purpose was it intended. Did an entire community come together to raise these amazing buildings, as I imagine was common in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Once completed, I can envision those involved, pausing and gazing upon this magnificent structure they had erected and beaming with pride at their accomplishment. A celebration would surely follow, to celebrate, and share stories with family and friends, posing for photographs for future generations to enjoy.
This is what I see and feel, and try to imagine whenever I come upon a barn during my travels. For this reason, I must take a photograph to capture the image as I imagine it, in its purest form. Ignoring the dilapidation and graffiti, and seeing it as it was when it was first erected. I see beauty, strength, community, and history.
until next time…