I saw this old barn tucked behind some trees a couple of weeks ago and found it very fascinating. In my mind, I could see the end result, secluded, dark, and somehow foreboding. I am drawn to those old dilapidated buildings that still retain their character, imagining the history of the structure. It is silly to admit this, but I look at things to photograph like men who drool over young women. But I don't do cat calls.