I love this picture of an old barn. It’s falling down and it’s damaged, but it is still beautiful. I hate to see old barns in disrepair. It breaks my heart. I think people should fix them. I guess I kind of feel a connection to their state. I feel like I have been damaged and I’ve fallen down many times, but someone has always came along to help me up and fix me and not let me disappear from the horizon. I guess it’s not always a sad story when a barn falls however, the boards could be turned into a piece of art or a nice primitive piece for someone to treasure.