There’s something that draws me to old barns. Perhaps there’s a bit of farmer blood in my veins, leftover from my ancestors.
Seen along Highway 78, near Merrimac, Wisconsin.
Photographs from a Bloy in Wisconsin
There’s something that draws me to old barns. Perhaps there’s a bit of farmer blood in my veins, leftover from my ancestors.
Seen along Highway 78, near Merrimac, Wisconsin.