Barnworks-at-Camont: Week 6
Some times I see the progress, sometime I see the traces of work left as images that will be swept up, hauled away and buried.
The forensics of shoe prints and tracks that trace a thousand passes of the wheelbarrow.
That wheelbarrow arranged at the end of the day.
The saving grace of a green tarp and a brace.
I wonder who carved this newel at the end of the cow stalls?
The last trace of green tenaciously holds on to a shutter.
Souvenir of spring floods. March 1930
The recycled bags return to the recycling center.
Under the cement floor a jigsaw puzzle of hourdis.