Sunday Stills — Bowerman Barn
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One place that has always attracted me, even before I saw it in person, is the Bowerman Barn. I saw a watercolor painting done by a very well known local artist who did a fall version of the Bowerman Barn and have loved the place ever since. I had actually had visions of getting married there — nevermind there isn’t any electicity or running water even remotely near the place save the creek that runs through it’s pasture.
The painting was done from this view and still, this has been my favorite view until this last visit.
The Bowerman Barn has always held some kind of spiritual draw for me — I think most of you know by now that I’m normally not someone who would say something like that as I tend to be very low key, but I’m just being more open than normal right now so bear with me.
Historical places do attract me like a moth to a light bulb and though this is 1800’s and people in Europe would laugh at such a “young” age — this is where the Old West started! I often ponder things such as whose hands dug the hole for this post? And who was the one to cut down this tree for the post? What was the weather like? What was on their mind?
With the lush pastures that surround the barn, I’m sure the cattle were content to stay while they built the fencing and corrals. Did they finish the barn just in time for the first snow fly? Was the hay in the loft?
Lots of sweat and hard work went into this building. It was such an essential piece of living which is now a dying breed. Who builds wooden barns anymore (besides Hubby and I?) How on earth did they get the tin to that tippity-top of the sharp peak of the roof?
I often have that wish in the back of my head, to live during the times of homesteading, to live every day doing the things that make you survive.
Each door in it’s odd place has a reason, a master plan was thought of for usefulness and practicality — That practicality has turned in to beauty. A timeless treasure.
My New Favorite View
The more I think and walk around, the more I’m transported back in time. Times of simplicity, honesty, hard work, practicality, respect, truth, sincerity, faithfulness; an age of true aptitude, competence and proficiency. I’m in awe of their daily lives.
…Then my mind starts wandering back to reality — of where I am living now.
And out walks…
…Two very good reasons, God put me where I am today.
Life is but a vapor.