Westside Road Barn

Over the last few weeks, two of which I lived out in Healdsburg, I passed this particular barn probably half a dozen times. Each and every time I passed it I thought to myself, “Wow, that barn is pretty, I should take a photograph of it.”

Unfortunately, I suffer from the photographer’s version of acute-onset hipsterosis. That is to say that I fear photographing things that other people would also photograph.

Luckily (?) I broke down, but the bullet and flicked the shutter. I present to you the barn that begs to be photographed.

Westside Road Barn

I mean, come on. How could you not photograph that? It’s distressed, it has a rusty red roof, it’s in a beautiful grape vineyard with the remnants of a late morning storm breaking apart in the skies above.

It’s overwhelmingly kitsch, but I like it.