after standing next to the silo for years and never hearing the silo utter a single word, declared. I guess you’re the strong silo type.
Ok, I admit, that’s probably the worst joke you’ll hear all year, but I’m in that kind of mood today. Perhaps it’s the heat.
Black and white seemed the appropriate treatment for this photo. It shows the weathering of the wood nicely and gives a better sense of the sun beating on the barn fading the paint and bleaching the wood where the paint has fallen away.