Grey Owl

My husband and I bought an old ’66 Ford pickup a couple of years back. The plan: restore said pickup, pack up the picnic basket and a couple of friends, and head out to photograph some of the spectacular rustic old barns here in Oregon. The restore was mostly his idea; the barn photos–and the picnic basket—all mine. Well, as you know, I don’t have a lot of spare time, so the old Ford is still just taking up space in the shop, and, of course, I am still waiting on those old barn shots.

Luckily, all is not lost. You see, my friend, Megan, recently sent me a link to Pam Photography’s post on Oregon Barns, and I must say I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. This is so freak‘in cool! Absolutely stunning photos of barns in Sherwood, Dundee, and Newberg, Oregon, and they are all practically at my back doorstep!

Although Pam mentions in her post that for most people the fascination with old barns does not stem from memories, for me, this is just not the case. I spent a fair amount of my childhood in my grandparent’s old barn, and hours upon hours out in the old barn on the property we rented from my great uncle. There was so much history in those old barns—literally hundreds of years of it—and when I drive past an old barn today, it takes me back to that sweet time in my childhood when time seemed to move just a little bit slower.

For now, I am content in having come across this wonderful photography blog, which will just have to hold me over until we get that old Ford running. But, you can bet, just as soon as I get that engine to turn over, I’ll be heading out into the beautiful country I am so fortunate to live in to snap my very own barn pics.

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