I haven't put up a new post for some time, mostly because I just haven't felt like I have anything more to say. This picture that I took a week ago has made me want to at least try.
Old things are preserved in museums so that we can catch a glimpse of the past. Limited space and limited resources dictate what can be preserved. There are a few "historic" farms that survive by selling tickets for that glimpse. I'm not sure it works to visit these places unless they were once a part of your life. That old barn is just a pile of boards unless it contains memories.
It was on my seventieth birthday that I took this picture and I suppose that that milestone has something to do with the mood of it. The longer ago "long ago" becomes, the more precious (and more romanticized) the memories become. "Three score and ten" was long considered a man's allotted time. I feel grateful to have been given my full allotment and have a reasonable expectation that I have a decade or two left. I do not intend to spend all of that time reminiscing about what has been; I look forward to adding to my store of memories and to sharing some of them. But, the memories are a warm place to visit and sometimes long ago doesn't seem very far away at all.