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Window Into the Past

old window
old window

Window Into the Past

Faded paint, faded wood, faded glass even, dusty with years of grime, so much that this image looks nearly monochromatic, the only coloring offered by the iron oxide from the old nails.

It’s that old carriage house in my neighbor’s back yard again. There’s just something I always find so inspiring in its details and it often becomes the subject or the backdrop of photos; it’s on my walk from my home to Main Street so I see it nearly every day. Here’s a view of the Black and White Barn and in Bird on a Fence.


The Last Light of Day

Evening light on the barn
Evening light on the barn

Last Light of Evening

Just barely caught at the peak of the roof of my neighbor’s old barn catching the details and crisp shadows at the top, softening to dusk at the bottom. The window is slipping, letting the world inside.


Patterns and Shadows

old garage with peeling paint and vines
old garage with peeling paint and vines

patterns and textures.

Such a perfect natural composition with no help from me, perfectly balanced patterns, lights and darks, even framed. Of course, I saw this in color, but could see it would really excel in black and white with just patterns to enjoy.

But there was also something I liked about the whole shot, below. I think the billowing clouds above made it look like an old abandoned barn, especially the placement of the one house to the right. It is just an old garage in a neighborhood I pass through.

old garage with vines

The Old Garage


Old Wood

photo of light coming in barn window
photo of light coming in barn window

Barn Floor

I visit a shop and have merchandise in an old barn, unheated and uninsulated, the sun streaming in through the occasional windows and the narrowing boards of the walls. Here the sun shines on hand-hewn oak worn to a sheen with age.


Window Into the Past

old window
old window

Window Into the Past

Faded paint, faded wood, faded glass even, dusty with years of grime, so much that this image looks nearly monochromatic, the only coloring offered by the iron oxide from the old nails.

It’s that old carriage house in my neighbor’s back yard again. There’s just something I always find so inspiring in its details and it often becomes the subject or the backdrop of photos; it’s on my walk from my home to Main Street so I see it nearly every day. Here’s a view of the Black and White Barn and in Bird on a Fence.


Black and White Barn

old peeling barn in black and white.
old peeling barn in black and white.

The Old Barn.

Why, on a lovely green and gold summer morning, I’d imagine this old barn in black and white, especially when I loved the way all the green around it reflected on the peeling white paint and broken windows. But the details were so clear and varied—tiny details, large areas of darkness or light, regular patterns and lighter patterns, it was just very interesting to look at. And it’s not really a barn, at least not any more. It was long ago when the house was built, large enough to accommodate a horse stall and a carriage or two with a loft above for hay. Now it’s just an old garage with a planting shed tacked onto the front. It’s what’s in the background of the acrylic painting I featured today, “My Neighbor’s Laundry”.

But the old barn provides hours of interest for me in all weather, and lots of photos and sketches.