“Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one”- Sam Rayburn
In this case, that carpenter was Gottilieb Hochalter . His grandson Paul now owns this property. Which, luckily for me, is less that a mile away and in plain sight from our farm.
I have photographed this barn many, many times over the years. It has been in countless backdrops of prairie vistas from our place. The only shots I don’t have are close ups before it was taken down. – (something I plan on remedying soon with some help of the owner.)
This barn has seen hands lovingly hand cut each board and set them into place. It has seen countless barn dances and dairy cows, rope swings and hide-n-seek in
the hay mow, tornados and blizzards and stunning sunrises, it has provided refuge from hectic days as well as been the scene of many hectic days too. It has witnessed love and heartaches of the family. It has seen droughts and bad years, and been full to overflowing during the good years.
This barn has been the silent sentinel on the prairie.
I miss it everyday when I look out towards the East.
The weathered boards tell their own story.
The skeleton of this majestic building sparks the imagination.
The view from the second floor was pretty amazing.
And the odds and ends that came off the barn really speak about it’s life.
I look towards the East every morning. Sunrise is my favorite time of day. The fog is coming up the hollows, the sun peeking over the horizon, turning the distant tree tops into lace against the coloring sky. ~ all that’s missing is my barn.