Barns

I keep finding barns. Driving delivery routes and back roads around Southwest Washington, the same ones kept turning up — sitting out on a hill in the middle of a field, catching whatever light was left at the end of the day. For a long time I'd just notice them and keep driving.

Eventually I started actually stopping. This is where those end up, and it's a set I add to whenever I come across another one worth the drive back. The story behind each one is over in the journal.