BeckyRedBarn Loves Farm Junk

A few months back I asked a friend if he minded that I walked around on his old ‘home place’ and shot a few photos of whatever wanted to have its picture taken.  He smiled and graciously gave me permission to ignore the ‘no trespassing’ signs he had set around among his dads last farm possessions.   On the first  sunny spring afternoon I wandered about the farm-yard and found myself in a state of constant smile.  The farm-gentleman who lived his years on this spot smiled often and I sensed that we were smiling  together, at that moment, about many of the same things.  You could say, we share the same roots.   I had me a little ah-hah moment while standing there; only the warmth of the sun and the cool spring breeze as my known companions.    I love to photograph children, animals, events, wildlife, flowers…….farm junk might be beckyredbarn’s  favorite subject!   Never met a cream can or an old car I didn’t like, have you?

Tools of the yesteryear trade of farming.  Such stories to tell.
Tools of the yesteryear trade of farming.   Days were long and  every farm kid had ‘muscles’.
One special auto collection.  A chapter or two in the country life.
One special auto collection.    A few exciting rides and stories in each to be sure.
Enjoying the elements of line and design found among the precious farm remnants of siding, fencing, old cans and the galvanized tin of the grain bin.
Enjoying the elements of line and design found among the precious farm remnants of siding, fencing, old cans and the galvanized tin of the grain bin.
One dutiful,rusty hook to steal my junker heart.  A last glance shot of the proud and busy barn...now at rest.   Thank you, John!
One dutiful,rusty hook to steal my junker heart.    A last glance shot of the proud and busy barn…now at rest. Thank you, John!

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