Growing up in the suburbs of Buffalo, NY I didn't encounter many barns. Occasionally I would see one if I glanced up from my Game Boy or book on the drive to or from camping with my dad. It wasn't until almost two years ago when I moved to Kentucky that I was regularly exposed to barns. The Kentucky countryside is filled with many old dilapidated barns like this one. After continually seeing them, I started to fall in love with them. I see this one everyday on my way to and from work and i'm always happy that it's still standing.
There was a similar barn to this near where Nicole and I used to live in Walton, KY. Like this one, I would admire it everyday as I passed it. I kept putting off walking up the road to photograph it. I ended up waiting too long because one day I rode past it and it was being torn down. I didn't want history to repeat itself so I braved an impending storm and trekked through the muddy uncut grass to capture these photos today.
I'm not sure why I love the ascetic of a barn that is falling apart so much. I think it's a mixture of the weathered and broken wood, and the fact that it's stubborn and still standing against all odds. As long as they're still standing, I plan on making more photos of them when I have the chance.