Old Barn – Daffodil Hill Photography

Something Old, Something New

I was looking through photos of a wedding I took last year as the second shooter. I was to take the casual and non-traditional shots as well as group shots. Since The Bride is starting Nursing school in less than two weeks I have looked at ways to supplement our income. One is to do portrait/wedding photography and I looked at those wedding shots to see if I had the right stuff. That is when I came across this photo of the bard that served as a backdrop for group shots. I saw that the “old” barn had a “new” addition and felt it was poetic as a backdrop because of the saying ” Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue”

The Difference Twelve Or So Hours Make

The day greeted me with a few inches of sleet covering a thin blanket of ice. It did make our old barn look quite nice but several hours after this shot it was getting serious and I though “Here we go again”.

By the end of the day we had sunshine and The Boy was happy as we were.

We Wee Three

There is a hinge on the old barn on our place that has several nails, in place of a larger one I presume, that fix the door to the hinge. I took the following with my Nikon CoolPix 5600 which is a small as well but not as small as the nails. Enjoy!

Silent Strength Stands Before The Coming Storm

Yesterday started out hot and muggy but with a sunny disposition. As I was winding up my day I headed home in hopes of getting there before the coming storms. I arrived home and was at the computer looking at some photos I wanted to post when the storm showed up loud and proud. It was amazing to watch and the sound track was pretty rocking. In the mist of the arrival the lights flickered and then blackness. With candles and some LED flashlights fiddled about till bed time. And since the electricity did not come back on till sometime in the AM there was no new post.

Today the storms of last night got me thinking about some discussions I have had recently. You see it was six months ago that my Mom died. I always knew, in theory, that was inevitable: Death is a sure thing and it touches everyone. In conversations with others I shared most of that difficult journey. I learned though sharing that I was not alone. We all have suffered lost, some recent some not so, that has changed us. If we are wise we share our sorrow, not out of weakness, though maybe in it so we can gather strength. It through the people planted in the Garden of our life, and it is as beautifully as any garden anywhere, that Hope and Healing blossoms forth.

We may look and feel a little older, and some of the luster of life has faded, yet strength is built through the storms of life. And because of that there is within us a silent strength that stands ready before the coming storm.

IMG_7646_5_4_3_Localtone — This is a HDR merge I did from a set of photos I took of this old yet beautifully barn. There was storm coming as evidence of the gathering and growing dark clouds.

“There is peace even in the storm”
―Vincent van Gogh, The Latters of Vincent van Gogh

May God give you…For every storm a rainbow, for every tear a smile, for every care a promise and a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share, for every sigh a sweet song and an answer for each prayer.

Irish Blessing

A Living Monument Of A Farm’s Past

When I first spotted this old barn I felt compelled to take the shot. I see a lot of old barns and this one is fairly typical of most: Solid and built to last in it’s time but it’s time is past. The combination of snow and sunless gloom of this particular day could not, in my mind’s eye, diminish this old barns rich and honorable past. To farmers old and new here is a living monument of a farm’s past.