I am always in search of a beautiful old barn and this one did not disappoint. The gracious owner was kind enough to allow me on his property and told me this barn was made in 1908. Clearly it has been well maintained as evidenced from the prime condition of the roof.
When I first approached these two they were resting on the soft fluffy grass. As I moved a bit closer Moo Moo bolted upright and moved away while Freckles just stood still staring at me, ready to defend her (his?) turf. I have never seen a cow (bull?) quite as wild looking as freckles. I think they are really lovely and I love Freckle’s face, with the tan colored nose.
This little leaning house on the prairie sits long vacant and with great pride. As it leans and twists, it refuses to yield, and the struggle for existence leaves this beautiful shell. My best guess is that this was used by a ranch hand who may have had his family with him.
I especially like the range of pure white to pure black, with many shades of grey in between. Just another farm building in disrepair judging from the missing shingles, absent window, and peeling paint.