I love barns. It's not something I've always loved. I think it started when I was in high school and we planned to tear down an old barn for its lumber. The poor barn looked like it could have been pushed over with a feather. But after a few attempts with the tractor, my dad and brother realized just how much fight was left in that old barn. And only then did it come down section by section. I think that's when the resiliency of barns caught my attention.
There are so many stories a barn could tell. I love buildings with a history!
And then, go and put some adorable children in one, and I'm pretty much a goner.
Gorgeous children aside, look at that glorious light bursting through the barn slats.
*sigh* I would like this barn in my sunny backyard.
Thank you S Family for allowing me into your barn and spending time with your family. Gallery is up!




