Dec 21 2009
An Aged Barn
I wonder how many times we pass an old landmark and watch it fall into disrepair? Then there are folks who pass by without ever seeing it. This old barn stood at Barber just off of Warm Springs Ave. in Boise. It would be interesting to hear the stories this old barn could tell if only it could talk. Luckily I stopped by one day and took this photo. Now this barn is no more. It passed over the Great Divide this past summer. It almost breaks my heart to look at this site, bulldozed over, sadly waiting the next stage of developement.
I took the liberty to publish this photo in sephia. A tired old building needs to look old. Right?
I know this barn. For two and half years I lived in an old trailer in the Squaw Creek drainage (now known as Council Springs, a misnomer in the name of political correctness that forever changed the association from a woman-place to a man-place and, as such, slaps the face of the women to whom this place undoubtedly meant something — why not, for example, call it Willow Basket Creek, or Place of the Wild Carrot, something meaningful as a tribute to what grows there?) But, I digress, and I do not intend to make a feminist comment of this poignant image…
During the time I lived along Squaw Creek, I drove past this old barn every day, watched it through the seasons — sometimes peering out from under a heavy coat of snow in a grey-tone world, sometimes surrounded by lush grasses in vivid color. One morning in early spring I enjoyed seeing a buck look up as he was drinking from the creek that once meandered below it. The barn was at that time in the condition it was in when this image was captured.
Thank you for the memory.