Every Sunday we drive down a country road to church and pass by the most amazing abandoned barn. It’s three stories tall, made from big grey bricks and topped with a faded red metal roof. I’ve dreamed of taking pictures of, in, around, by and in front of this barn from the moment I saw it, however the giant “NO TRESPASSING” signs put a damper on my enthusiasm. Cody the lawyer was sure to remind me just how many times he had to see ordinary people plead guilty to trespassing and have to fill out “misdemeanor” on every job application from there on out.
I figured a misdemeanor wouldn’t be that bad since I won’t be filling out job applications anytime soon and YOU GUYS THIS BARN WOULD BE SO WORTH THE MISDEMEANOR.
I figured I’d wait for the perfect photo to commit my misdemeanor so when it came time to take Emily’s maternity photos? I was ready to wear long sleeves so the cuffs wouldn’t chaff.
Cody then had the very logical idea to find out who owned the property and ask permission, he’s so the Yin to my Yang.
The barn belongs to a 77 year old man, and while he couldn’t understand why I wanted to traipse through the overgrown woods surrounding his old barn just to take a few pictures, he gave me his blessing and even more importantly, his permission. “If Edgar or anybody else stops to give you trouble, you just tell them Bob said it was okay.”
These pictures, they are everything I could have ever imagined. I can’t thank my very very pregnant Emily enough for wading through waist high thorny bushes and climbing over rusty barbed wire so she could fulfill my vision. I also have to thank my friend Zack Arias for teaching me as much as he could in 16 hours about off camera lighting.
Now I just have to convince Cody to buy me a big old barn of my own.
I’m so going back to that barn. (With permission, of course.)