I imagine that everyone loves the area that they come from. Whether you stay there your entire life or not there is probably one thing about the place your from that will always invoke good memories.
When I lived in Utah I found that it wasn’t for me. There are things of such beauty there, the Arches, and the mountains, so many other things, but it was never home. I missed the shades of green and deciduous trees. I missed the water so much I can’t imagine living in a place with out some type of water near by ever again.
Something else I missed that I didn’t even know I missed until I returned home was the barns. In Utah I saw no barns, in fact every where we traveled in the Western part of the country I can’t remember seeing one barn. They are probably there, who knows, I didn’t see them.
Lately I have developed an obsession with barns. We drive down the road and I will point out several to Ben hoping he will pull over to let me take a picture, occasionally he does. If he did it every time, we would always be late to wherever we were headed. I make mental notes on where they are located and what is near by. “Oh that one has a bank of tiger lilies that will be open soon.” or ” That will look great when the sun sets.” They crowd my head waiting for the day when Cooper and I can take a drive and capture them so I can hide them in a computer file.
My Mother in Law collects barn pictures so I take the photos under the rouse of giving them to her, but I think Ben might be on to me… I like them for myself, they make me feel good. I will probably never hang them on my wall, but I will occasionally open their files and peek at the images, just so I can get that sense of home.
This barn is in Empire near the Sleeping Bear Dunes. At the top of the dune when you look down you can see it and Glen Lake. It’s so beautiful. Some day I’ll make the effort to climb it again and get a picture.
Just because I thought it would be fun. Love Picassa.



































































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