I affectionately call buildings like the one above “dirt road hump shacks.” Barn meets shack, meets shed, meets place where farm boys and girls run off to with their significant others to snuggle and cavort on the sly.
Over the years I rode by the one above hundreds upon hundreds of times. Then, this past Saturday, I rode by and poof, it was gone. I found myself a little bummed out by that. If I saw that someone tore their backyard shed down, I would care less, but for some reason, the fact that this old hump shack was no more bummed me out.
Thankfully I have more than a few shots of this hump shack. I’m sad to see it go, but all the more energized to find more and more of its hump=shackian brothers and sisters.
Later.