I found myself taking pictures of old barns on our motorcycle travels last weekend, just because I love them. Some of the pictures are askew: when you're going around a curve at seventy miles per hour, it's hard to keep a camera level.
Something I noticed when Rena and I made the trip north for her divorce was that from northern Iowa on into Wisconsin, hundreds of old barns are well-kept and in use. Here in Missouri, the few old barns that remain are in some stage of decay. But there's a beauty to be found, even in the decrepitude.
I wish I'd taken pictures of the lovely barns up north, but it didn't occur to me at the time.