Today dawned crystal clear, the sun bright and golden. It was the perfect day, the day I'd been waiting for to photograph a pair of barns west of Lake Isabella.
I think it was worth waiting for.
One of the old barns had gotten my attention years ago. It was the spring of 1988. That spring was incredibly, awesomely green. One Sunday afternoon, on a drive in the country, the look of that stretch of Drew Road touched my soul in a way I have never forgotten. A small octagon barn was along that stretch, behind a stone house. Fifteen years later, an F0 tornado passed through, flattening that old barn. The debris is still there, and it has its own kind of beauty.
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