Shrouded

Not too far from where I live, there is an old abandoned barn covered almost entirely in ivy. People drive past it every day, seemingly oblivious to this amazing oddity that's standing right in front of them. I've lived around these parts for years, and I've never paid much attention to it until now myself. Now that I've truly taken it all in, I'm fascinated by it.

I have so many questions about it that may forever remain unanswered, not the least of which being: who built this barn, and when? How did it go into such disarray, and why?

Perhaps the most probing question of all would have to be, who has so much time on their hands that they would go snooping around taking photos of old barns instead of minding their own business or doing something productive for once?

Well, there IS an answer to that one...me.

They say every photo tells a story. Whatever story this barn tells, I can only imagine.