Life through a lens

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DSCF2390I can’t pass an old building without wanting to stop and explore. I make up stories about its past; who lived here, who worked here, when was it abandoned, what were its happiest times and its saddest moments. It hurts me to see our history falling into ruin, old wooden barns falling down and replaced by steel buildings. Where is the romance in old cold steel? Beautiful old homes abandoned and replaced by modular homes and tract housing. I wish I could save them all………..

Decay

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History
by Victoria Ramsey

Imagine if this old barn could speak and tell us all it knows
of heat, and snow and great winds that did blow
The creatures that were boarded here, they lived, they ate, they slept
The mares that birthed their foals, the lambs that played and lept
The folks that bedded in the straw as they were passing by this way
thankful for the gift of rest, wool blankets on the straw they lay
The lovers that crept inside to share a stolen kiss, in the shadows of this barn
a small indescretion, what could be the harm
History in the making, generations come and gone
While farmers work from dawn to dark, the days are very long
This old barn has seen it all through decades of seasons fare
It’s secrets are safe inside, no one asks and no one cares
The roof sags, the doors hang, the windows are all gone
If someone doesn’t love it soon this old barn will be goneImageotog