This a new find. I came across it when I was deep, really deep, back in the " hollers " chasing down moonshining stories.
This one I named " RIP FRIEND ". It is only fitting that I name this shot since I had given the barn the name of Henry more years ago than I can remember. When I started shooting Henry, he wasn't a spring chicken. But he was stout and proud....giving the old boy who owned him everything that was demanded of himself. The harsh winters, particularly the severe ice storms, slowly wore old Henry down. It was sad to witness his decline, which I have documented over the years on our forum. I actually said goodbye to him about two years ago when the inevitable was clear. The shot here was taken after some old-barn-wood scavengers took what they wanted. I was proud when Henry's owner gave me a long-coveted piece of one of Henry's doors. That piece will play a major role in my mancave. I swear I used to could hear Henry talk to me as I passed through his domain.