Buildings talk. They tell a history of times gone by, of the people who lived there and also maybe, of thing's decay and death.
This little, red painted, worn shed has spoken to me since I first spotted it in a sharp bend on the road between my home in Haugesund and my paternal home in Sauda. The road is so narrow and the speed so high, we kind of never got the time to stop for taking a picture. It tormented me. It's evident that the old building, once housing cotters for the great farm nearby, can collapse any day.
In November the weather was awful as we were driving from home to home. The windshield wipers hardly were able to wash away the rain flood. We drove at snail pace, and I got to capture a shot of my little vulnerable building.
The red shed telling
tales of love and labor to
people passing by
Photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher