There are lots of images of red barns in the country, but not as many of the barn’s interior. The insides of barns are mesmerizing places, in terms of light, sounds, smells, and the detritus and inner organs of a working farm. They are always cluttered, always full of rotting old hay, barn swallows in the rafters, rats, mice and barn cats skittering around, rakes, spiderwebs, dust and mold,  shovels, light poring through cracks, ladders, old bottles and cans. On a working farm, nothing is ever thrown away, everything has at least nine lives, if not more.

They are haunted, mystical, evocative spaces.