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.
One of my favorite things on State Street.
I love the patina, the faded colors, and the industrial look of the frame and supports. I’d put it on top of my house if I could.
Did you ever notice the amount of detail builders used to include on the tops of their creations?
People rarely look at those spots, yet architects and trade workers took the time to craft them with wonderful designs.
After at least five years of sitting vacant, the Royster-Clark facility is finally being torn down.
Inspired by the excellent fog pictures my nephew Mike took, I headed to the square yesterday evening to see what I could do with the unusual winter weather.
There is an old barn in the middle of Governor Dodge State Park. A reminder of a farm that existed years ago on the same land.
Lately I’ve been fascinated with old buildings and their history.
There are many clues to the past out there, although they’re easy to overlook.
My sister Barbra’s studio is in the Casket Arts Building, a 120 year-old structure that once housed the Northwestern Casket Company.
I could have spent hours walking around the old building and taking photos,