My neck of the woods...

To say I live OTP would be an understatement. Its more like...WAY OTP. Just outside my neighborhood...cow pasture. But sometimes solitude has its advantages. For instance, I have been driving past these barns, shacks, and old gas stations everyday for the past three years, and this weekend was the first time I stopped to take a closer look. Dirt and rust and age are very interesting to me. Great colors and textures. I guess, I just like the simplicity of these structures. No need for form, only function. These kind of buildings are all around me. Maybe that is why I forget to take a second glance.