Have you ever noticed that every barn has a face? I grew up in the Mid-west and my parents liked to travel and money was tight. That meant there was a lot of time spent in the family station wagon, staring out the window as corn-fields met rocky mountains and oceans, depending on whether we took a left or a right. I saw a lot of barns. And every one of them had a face. I’d keep it to myself because this sort of thinking didn’t go over too well in my family. I was the youngest. I was always saying things that got either patronizing responses or just chirp chirp. I had a relationship with those barns. I still do. So much of how we relate to life is as the beholder. Beauty, barns, and otherwise. I’d love it if you shared your barns with me here. I’d love to see those faces. I’d love to see that you see them too.
yrs.
Laura
Kalispell, Montana (side-talker)
Valier, Montana (needs braces)

Red Lodge, Montana (that mean Nellie Olson)
Lewistown, Montana (Cyclops, the 8th dwarf)





Kenosha, Wisconsin (a literal face sent in by Robb)


Proctor, MT (Dr. John.)
Proctor, MT (Jim Henson)
Lake Mary Ronan, MT (Tweety bird)
Somewhere in Montana (Little Red Hen)
Libby, MT (Baby Face)
Sweden (A Work In Progress from Terri)



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