The old barn at the farm has been deteriorating for several years and decades now, and this summer it will be torn down. As a building with a frame that predates nails, I thought I’d take a few pictures of it to memorialize it.
Just this spring sometime one of the walls collapsed, making the whole structure more dangerous and more expensive than it’s worth to repair.
Here’s where we used to milk our cow every morning and evening:
The lightning rod that runs down one side:
The cavernous interior. Look closely and you can see that the beams are attached to one another with wooden pegs, not nails.
Here’s a pulley made out of wood that has been inside the barn since god knows when.
A view from another angle:
Yep, it’s a grand old structure, but we just don’t have the time or money to repair everything to make it functional and safe. A remnant of the past will be gone before the fall.