Jim Markle 6:30 p.m., June 30
It was a rich and mysterious morning as I drove through rural Arkansas, the fog and mist making it difficult to see the road. I saw this broken down barn from out my window and just had to stop and capture the moment. In the foggy silence, I stood a while, utterly alone, and fantasized about the people that built the barn,what kind of things transpired there, and what happened to make them abandon it. The overgrown tree next to it, the lush, eerie green land surrounding it... I drove away lost in imagination and curiosity, creating stories to go with the enchanted setting.
Posted June 28, 2011