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Old Barn<\/p>\n
There\u2019s an old barn<\/em> When it was raised<\/em> Once workmen, with their laughter, came storing hay,<\/em> Once cows and horses sheltered between its walls,<\/em> Now the barn is an empty husk<\/em> -Richard Greene<\/p>\n Well, it looks like this murky weather is hear to stay. I’m planning an escape but my calendar doesn’t clear up until late next week. Still, it looks like they will be having nice weather outside the valley which will continue to be plagued by fog. And I have some new poetry books coming so lots to look forward to. This old barn was from yesterday’s excursion. I discovered it on a backroad not far from my house last winter. I often turn to barns when there are no flowers or birds or leaves to photograph. This one took a few trips through software to give it a more grungy, painterly look. And to add some interest to the flat white sky.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Old Barn There\u2019s an old barn not far from our house that\u2019s nearing the end of its days. Its boards are scoured and scored its roof sags and there are yawning holes in its sides. When it was raised the neat lines of its frame stood firm against the sky and it was clad in … Continue reading Day 81 – Old Barn<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,2,29,22,19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1167","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-architecture","category-art","category-autumn","category-nostalgia","category-painterly"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1167"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1169,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions\/1169"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nnot far from our house<\/em>
\nthat\u2019s nearing the end of its days.<\/em>
\nIts boards are scoured and scored<\/em>
\nits roof sags<\/em>
\nand there are yawning holes in its sides.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe neat lines of its frame<\/em>
\nstood firm against the sky<\/em>
\nand it was clad in clean young boards and paint.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nchildren played in its loft<\/em>
\nand young people experimented there with love.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nand gave birth there to their young,<\/em>
\nmice scurried along its beams,<\/em>
\nswallows and owls nested under its eaves<\/em>
\nand cats came to prowl and prey.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nand the fields from which it gathered its hay<\/em>
\nhave reverted to scraggly woods and scrub.<\/em><\/p>\n