The Barn in the Distance

21 Sep

This afternoon, we attended my wife’s family reunion. It takes place at this time every year, and it is always held in a small town just across the Cumberland River. There was a good crowd and plenty of great food. People talked about everything that has happened since the last reunion. There was also talk of football, upcoming weddings and town gossip.

My wife and I got into a short spat about The Blind Side. In fact, that subject has become a running quarrel for us. I do not like the movie, and she thinks I should. It has been in my mind to write a post about the reasons of my movie discontent, but I will probably leave it alone.

Anyway, we tend to argue about important things. Of course, there is this movie. Then, there was the time we debated the proper way of folding towels. Also, some of you may remember reading about the argument of long-sleeved shirts.

Hey, I have to pick my battles.

The reunion took place in a nice city park. Our pavilion sat next to a creek and a walking trail. There was also a playground and some softball fields. However, my eye was drawn to a barn in the distance. It sat on a hill and, from our vantage point, was fronted by a field scattered with round bales of hay. There was something about the setting that struck me as scenic.image

I wondered about the barn. I wondered who owned it. I wondered what was in it. Something made me want to climb the fence and walk across the field. It was one of those places that pulled me in and made me feel the need to be part of it.

Eventually, I took the walking path to the fence to take the picture that is in this post. There was not a good angle, and, as I have been told many times, I take terrible pictures. The angle also changed my view of the barn. It did not look as magical as it did from the pavilion. I suppose that several factors made it appeal to me from the spot. The sun. The shadows. The grass of the field.

Those things made the barn in the distance a mirage I could never reach. The closer I got the more different it would be. I have seen paintings that make you want to step into the canvas and look around. The barn in the distance was real, but it had the same effect.

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7 Responses to “The Barn in the Distance”

  1. Andrew Petcher September 21, 2015 at 07:12 #

    For some reason WP decided that I didn’t want to follow you any more. I wondered why there were no posts!

    • Rick September 21, 2015 at 15:04 #

      That has happened to me. In fact, I think it might have happened with your blog because I haven’t been seeing any posts. I thought you may have taken a vacation from traveling.

  2. frontrangescribbles September 21, 2015 at 11:11 #

    Nice picture. It is a great scene.

    • Rick September 21, 2015 at 15:04 #

      Thanks. It was a nice afternoon.

  3. Marilyn Armstrong September 21, 2015 at 14:01 #

    And I see it’s haying time there, too, as it is in New England and upstate New York. Maybe reunions feel write at harvest time. Harvest the grain, remember our friends, reconnect with our past.

    • Rick September 21, 2015 at 15:05 #

      That’s a great idea about reunions at harvest time. Honestly, I think the bales should have been put up by now.

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