Face

I always felt like the ends of the haymow looked like faces. There are more holes and cracks of light working through the wood these days. The barn is over a 100 years old at this point and will need some major renovations if it wishes to see the middle of this century. The floor is warped and twisted, holes and rot eat away at the barns belly and back. I hope it can be fixed some day, I am to nostalgic to see it all go away