This past weekend, Sweet Husband, his mom, and I made our way to Austin, TX for Uncle Bubba’s (my mother-in-law’s brother) wedding. We stayed at a hotel a little bit from Uncle Bubba’s house, and from the very first time we made our way from the hotel to UB’s, I noticed an old, rusty barn and other buildings sitting in the middle of a field. Everything but the silo was still sitting on skids, so the collection had obviously been moved to that location.
From the moment I saw them, I knew I wanted to take pictures of them. Since I get up too damn early even on the weekends, I was able to head out Sunday morning around 7:00 just as the sun was coming up to do just that.
I don’t know their stories. I have no idea how long they’ve been there or what their purpose will eventually be, but I have to think that it has to be something in store for such a collection to make its way to one place. I do know that I wanted to climb the fence and crawl around in them – get closer and take them in. The “No Trespassing” sign kept me from it.
When I was finished, I walked back to the Jeep, which was parked about a quarter of a mile away. As I was getting ready to cross the highway, I noticed that the sun was finally starting to actually come up. I figured another shot or two wouldn’t hurt.