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There's something about old barns that just makes me yearn for stories of the past, for things that are no longer visible but still ever present within our beings. The barn pictured above is from my family's farm in Oregon's beautiful Willamette Valley built in the late 1800's. It serves as a constant reminder and symbol that people go through this world but the things that they build and put their heart and soul and sweat into outlast their finite number of days on this earth. The places where we live and grow become the essence of who we are. These are the places where our imprints upon this earth remain long after we are gone. What a great thought to ponder!
There's something about old barns that just makes me yearn for stories of the past, for things that are no longer visible but still ever present within our beings. The barn pictured above is from my family's farm in Oregon's beautiful Willamette Valley built in the late 1800's. It serves as a constant reminder and symbol that people go through this world but the things that they build and put their heart and soul and sweat into outlast their finite number of days on this earth. The places where we live and grow become the essence of who we are. These are the places where our imprints upon this earth remain long after we are gone. What a great thought to ponder!
Wonderful post!!! Love the pictures...
ReplyDeleteThanks Gayle!
ReplyDeleteMy mom and I just drove by Grandpa Don's old house last weekend on our way home from lunch in Independence. Is this barn on that property?
ReplyDeleteYes, that's the one.
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