Saturdays and sister time

Etched into what’s left of the wood panels above the door is white writing: “The old barn is gone and so am I.” Return to four walls forgotten, no roof, just crumbling bricks and rubble.

Spotted from the highway, a house and barn abandoned is the perfect pit stop on the two-hour too long drive home. The barn is fading fast, walls drooping into soil littered with axes, tires, and lanterns left long ago for field mice to play on.

Out front the lane the mailbox sits empty, no letters sent or crews to clean the lot up. Find found art out of the left-behinds, use as props in photos. Watch cars whip by the yellow lines, climb on bales and jump towards the heavens.