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Bob Foisel | profile | all galleries >> San Juans / Colorado Rockies >> barns tree view | thumbnails | slideshow
Hay Farm
Hay Farm		 Florida Mesa by Ignacio
Florida Mesa by Ignacio		 Lama Farm Barn
Lama Farm Barn		 Poll Barn
Poll Barn
By the Pine River
By the Pine River		 Semler Barn
Semler Barn		 Siding
Siding		 Barn by Sweetwater ranch
Barn by Sweetwater ranch
by Navajo Lake
by Navajo Lake		 Pine river area barn
Pine river area barn		 Jeff Grigsby's barn
Jeff Grigsby's barn		 Pine river Lama barn
Pine river Lama barn

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Guest 25-Jul-2006 14:54
You have wonderful backdrops for your barns! In SD we have barns around every corner, but they don't have the scenery as in your hay and lama farm pictures. I too enjoy barns! Very nice gallery! Lynne
JustMeJerry 18-Jan-2006 18:10
"Tina. Come get some ham."
Napolean Dynamite

You call these barns? These ain't barns! Real barns are found in Minnesota!
No really. When living up in Grand Forks, North Dakota I used to do a rural version of the Urban Explo by mountain biking across the landscape. I wheeled onto one property near East Grand Forks, Minnesota that had not just one but several barns AND a circa 1940's home that had been given to the now gone farm animals and junk collectors. I found the butchered remains of the last farm animals spread throughout the barns.
It appeared that the whole back acreage of the place had just been abandoned. I thought this until a character that looked like an extra from "The Devils Rejects" came through wheeling a beatdown, rusted, old, '48, Chevy pickup.
From my hiding spot in the wicked smelling, abandoned, old farmhouse I watched Captain Spaulding crash the old truck through the back-40 with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand. Between his belch-broken chorus of "Sweet Home Alabama" a stream of obscenities spewed effortlessly out of his broken mouth.
I thought, "By God man! Here's a truly interesting character in a land full of bland human potatoes!"
I thought of jumping out and introducing myself to the Captain. Perhaps he would offer me a swig off his bottle?
Fear and self-preservation kept me frozen in place until after this fascinating character had completed his rounds and disappeared into the distance.
I felt like Goldilocks at that moment and beat a hasty retreat back to my home across the Red River.
I've always wanted to go back and swap some stories with the Captain. I sure hope he's still out patroling Hell's Junkyard.
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