Last summer, while visiting my Dad in Minnesota, we drove around back country roads looking for barns to photograph. We got list a few times and found ourselves at this goat farm. The owners gave us permission to walk around and take our photos. Dad chatted with the family while I snapped away. The barns were huge and old and beautiful. It was like traveling back in time. In the quiet, I stood to gaze at them in wonder. How many generations of people lived,and worked here? The barn knew and kept it's secret.
