Fallen barns dot the landscape of my countryside. Some are quickly taken down, the barnboard prized by scavengers and restorers. Some just sit and decay for years, until the elements topple them over into a heap. I love barns, but I also understand that the old wooden barns – those that have not been restored or shored up – will ultimately fall. I restored all of my four barns at Bedlam Farm and I believe they will last another hundred years. A comforting thought. Even in disarray these barns are beautiful to me. I hope to record as many as I can.