I have this affinity for barns. I love them and the older and run down they are the better. You would think it brings back memories of my early years; that maybe I was brought up on a farm. No, I was brought up as a City girl. But as I travelled around part of the USA you would see a barn pop up on the landscape. Some were really falling apart, most were still standing regally as if to say "I am still here". You may see some that have been taken care of in their old age with a new roof or paint being gently taken care of.
It sometime reminds me of age. I feel like an old barn too. I stand there also as if to say "I am still here", yet my timbers creak and my siding is worn and I may even pop up on your landscape sometime.
I wanted to share some of these wonderful barns in Tennessee.