When I saw this barn in the late afternoon July light, the title of the Jane Kenyon poem (one of my favorites) came immediately to mind.
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- Blogger, bookseller, philosopher, amateur photographer, lifetime writer. Negligent but passionate gardener. Good cook when inspired. No kind of housekeeper at all. Very big reader!
barns are a favorite of mine too. Lovely colors.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dawn. It was the light. I love the light.
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