In my part of the world we have barns. We also have pole barns and right now we are in the transition time between the two. So many of the old wood structures of late have found their final rest. It seems that, like lightbulbs, they are all going at once to be replaced by the modern metal sheds that meet the needs of today’s crop farmer.
This wonderful barn used to be up the road a ways from me, with the Loess Hills as a backdrop. I put the Turkey Vulture on the peak as a foreshadowing of what fate had in store for this once central part of a farming operation. Even though I had painted this barn as a plein air piece in the past, this watercolor was a studio work. The idea of encroachment of nature, time and age, and our disappearing farm heritage is becoming a central focus of my work in art and photography.