She greets the day in December’s brittle gleam, old boards aglow in morning’s quiet beam. Tree shadows lace her sides in ashen gray, while winter-bleached grass waits where autumn slipped away…

December 8, 2024
She greets the day in December’s brittle gleam, old boards aglow in morning’s quiet beam. Tree shadows lace her sides in ashen gray, while winter-bleached grass waits where autumn slipped away…

I’m getting an idea of what to do with my retirement – find old barns and buildings. I could look at these photos all day long. Thank you!
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Jump in the Jeep and we’ll hunt for old barns! 🚗💨 📸 Thank you so much, Kiki! ☺️
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Wouldn’t that be a blast? My other plan is to tour old cathedrals in Europe!
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That’s another perfect plan! Anything old, I absolutely love! 😎
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