Scenes From An Old Barn

This old barn is full of crap. It's also full of treasure. Built long ago of rough sawn lumber by Finns who had more gumption than know how. They built something out of nothing - using whatever they had.

Spiders seem to like it. You can find them jockeying for position trying to build in the "hot spot" to catch the most flies. Ancient cobwebs accent everything. 

It's musty. Its old must. This must has been there for eighty years, maybe a hundred, probably longer. It's well seasoned must. Its the kind of must that might take a few weeks off your life if you made the mistake of dropping a dictionary flat on the floor in the attic.

It's not a place for weak constitutions. It is a place for those who appreciate old things, and low head room.

It has it's charms. Everywhere you look is a vignette of a bygone era. "What the heck was that used for?" It has a museum feel to it, yet we still use the barn for projects.

We still build things out of nothing, using whatever we have.

Hey Jeff! Your barn door is open!

These wrenches inspired this essay. They have character. I think that’s the key word. This whole place has character.

I like this barn. I like its age and curios. I like that its dirty and filled with a healthy mix of out dated and new. It’s ecclectic. It’s filthy. It’s interesting. It’s useful. Just like an old barn should be.