road to the storm
Here are a couple of photos I have displayed in my home. This road to the storm has a certain appeal to it. There are plenty of colors to make it “purty” but even more so is the story it tells of the gravel road and the storm clouds moving past. It’s apparently been a wet spring because there is plenty of green in the ditches. The fields are not yet tilled and for this date, that’s an indication of a slow start.
Not far from the gravel road and storm was this old barn. I am attracted to old architecture of the prairie farm. This one is no exception. What I like about it is that I was able to play with some filters to give the barn a more “painterly” effect. Come by my place and you’ll see this hanging on my wall. Maybe. I rotate the photos through the frames on my wall. Is that weird? How often do you rotate wall hangings in your home?
Under President T Roosevelt, an old homesteader broke ground up above the Missouri River, south of what is now Washburn. He tilled the ground, collecting rocks, raising a crop, building a barn, establishing his herd of cattle. The rocks he collected, he added to the barn for his living quarters. He lived there all his life. Never married. Never had a family. He died there, and it remains as it was when he died.
I love this old barn. It speaks of so much hard work and of a time when North Dakota was established as solid, hardworking people in a solid hardworking state. The barn is falling in. It won’t last much longer. I shoot it often. On this date, January 19, I was passing by and was drawn in to the driveway, walking through snow where no one had walked for a while, I recorded it once again.
Face of the old homesteader's barn