When I was small there were a lot of barns in my neighborhood. I used to climb into the loft of my Granddad's barn. It was a fun place to play. But, barns are harder to find now. I guess the small time farmer is waning and big commercial barns have taken over. It's always a treat to discover a barn on my travels.
We were winding around a small mountain road near Roanoke, Virginia when there was this barn, sitting perched on a hillside hanging on for dear life. This is the same barn... three shots.
Linking up with my friend, Tom, at Backroadstraveller for his Barn Collective.