I found that the window in the barn actually peers through one side of the barn and out of the other; perhaps it is not a window on the other side, but a hole made by the passage of time.
I see a metaphor of many things with the old barn having served its usefulness; full of accumulated junk and now the light shining through.
On my 60th birthday I feel an affinity with the old wreck of a barn and sense the light shining through myself.
Soon the night will come.
And the morning must of necessity follow.
I see a metaphor of many things with the old barn having served its usefulness; full of accumulated junk and now the light shining through.
On my 60th birthday I feel an affinity with the old wreck of a barn and sense the light shining through myself.
Soon the night will come.
And the morning must of necessity follow.
Photographs and text copyright by David H. Roche 2006