The Old Red Barn and I
The first time I painted the old red barn I was twenty years old and the skies were blue. There it sat in the middle of the hay field Waiting to be immortalized on canvas. The second time I painted the old red barn I was thirty-nine and my life was in turbulence. The fall thunderclouds predominated the picture. The hayfield almost orange with the coming sunset. The last time I took my easel to the field The barn had faded to a dusty rose colour, But the skies were blue and the clouds were fluffy. The hay waved joyously in the breeze. The barn and I had both aged and faded with time But we were still blessed with the sun shining on the hay. Poem by Francine Roberts October 3, 2010 (http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=254467)
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This is so lovely, Emily. Your photo and the poem, match up perfectly. Have a super weekend. xx
It ended up being an interesting weekend. Hope yours was lovely. The season’s beginning to change for us – how about you?
Yes, it was my birthday celebration weekend, and I had a lovely one. 🙂 It’s quite cool here at the moment, but not what one would really call winter weather. 🙂
So vivid red it is and the story it tells..!
You know I had to have a red barn just for you Andy, right?
Oh! like this one? ^^
Great poem that perfectly enhances your beautiful photo!
Thank you so much Judy. I love exploring new poems and quotes to fit into my images. I learn so much.
Our red barns are vanishing, so many of them. Sad. A lot of nostalghia in those words and picture. By the way, this one looks almost Norwegian; the doors are decorated just like here…
That is so very interesting Bente. I don’t know the history of this barn. It is in a different area than most of the barns I photograph (which are tobacco barns.) This one looks like its for a different purpose and is considered historical.
I can’t believe the barns in your area are vanishing. Perhaps soon people will recognize their historical significance and begin preserving them. Thanks Bente!
What a glorious poem for a red barn. Thank goodness, the sun and the sky will remain. Of course, I love your photo to go with it.
If there is one constant in our lives, the sun, the sky and the earth will always continue. Thanks Perpetua. 🙂
I liked the poem almost as much as your beautiful photo!
Isn’t that an awesome poem? Here’s hoping the poet doesn’t mind me sharing it here.
You are so creative.
You are so generous with your comment. I try, but always wish I had more time to really develop the ‘art’ in my photography. Thank you so much Eugenia.