The Barn Collective

A different perspective, one not typically seen, because this is the back side of an old carriage house.

I got to the church service late but on time. The message was already being shared when I got out of my car and headed across the grass to the pavilion. lawn chair tucked under my arm. I knew the pastor, a guest speaker, saw me and I hoped it didn't throw off his concentration. The old me might have chickened out and decided not to brave going in late, but I am desperately trying to be different, so I stayed. Afterward I wandered the churchyard with the seven year old I'd come to see...

In our traipse about the yard we brushed up against neighboring properties; the woods, the creek, and another yard, one belonging to the Pultneyville Historical Society. This old structure belongs to them. (I didn't know that until I looked on Google Maps just now... ) At the time I assumed the building and property was someone's home. Intrigued by the aura of storybook mystery which appeared to surround it, I snapped a single photograph. Perhaps I need to talk with a friend who can tell me a little more about this place and share a bit of history. Maybe I'll even get to take another picture or two.

The Barn Collective is here.