I took this picture in the rain through the window of a moving car. I take a lot of pictures like that. It’s hard to stop sometimes. You’re going too fast, or there’s no place to pull over, no shoulder, only a ditch to get mired in. So you take the picture through dirty glass because there’s not even enough time to roll down the window. You reach out for the thing you see before it’s gone.
The barn is nearly a silhouette, even against the storm-dark sky. It’s abandoned, but I don’t think it’s been forgotten. It has an air of waiting. Maybe it’s only waiting to be torn down, but that’s something too.