This barn, which sits in a field off Route 198 between Soles and Dutton, is one of my favorites.
Every so often I'll stop in to say hello.
I have an unnatural fear that one day it won't be here any more.
Which is silly, I suppose.
But it's true.
In the past (almost) four years that I've been doing this blog,
several structures I used to visit have disappeared.
They're like works of art to me, places I've studied
and admired from afar for so long.
Thankfully, this one's still here.
In other news, last evening I talked to Gloria from Beachland,. We're making plans for a January get together, so I can hear more stories and take more pictures of her beautiful home. I cannot wait, although that's so far off given everything I need to survive these next few weeks
including the Waverly Lane Neighborhood Christmas Party, two more book signings, my mother's 70th birthday on Christmas Eve, Christmas, a train trip to New York City, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.
I'm looking forward to January. How about you?