When the greedy city to the south annexed that township the trap club moved and the barn was idle for many years. It looked stately on its hill, but older and older. I learned it would be demolished for a senior living center, but not before a long remediation of the land, to remove lead and clay pigeon shards. The remediation stopped a year ago, and it struck me I'd better take pictures now, not later.
The greenery last summer did not disguise the old barn's condition.
I stopped again in the fall.
The greenery gone, it's condition was stark.
Red berries in the gravel construction drive.
This winter has been brutal; the view above taken today. The falling red shingles testify to the cold, windy grey day. It's not a black and white photo, just another black and white day. The prevailing winds have caved in the west end of the barn and taken most of the sides. I do hope the construction starts this year; this barn is too sad.
There is another small barn a mile or so east and I know nothing of its history. A bigger barn on the property is fallen and gone, but a smaller barn was used for years for horses.
Last fall I was taken by surprise. I pulled off and used my cell phone:
I have located and photographed several more barns. Now we've said goodbye to these two old fellows I can post pictures. More old barns, but many are in lovely repair.