Once upon a time, there was a lovely house nestled among the trees, and there
was an old stone-walled barn--a rarity on the Canadian prairies--on the property. Every time as I drove by,
I would think "I really need to photograph that place". But I was always on the way somewhere, with a bit of
a deadline, ands I never stopped.
One day, as I drove by I noticed that the barn had been burned down by vandals. This is all there is left.
Lesson: Stop and capture it before it disappears.
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