I like to browse antique shops, though I’ve never really purchased much. I enjoy looking at the old items because some bring back memories, especially the toys, and some make me wonder just how they ended up there. Think about the voyage a samurai sword would have had to made if it was made in Japan in 1892 and ended up in an antique shop in Peru Illinois by 2019. I bet there are multiple good stories about how that happened. The other phenomenon is the patina everything in the shop has, sometimes even including the shop as they are usually in buildings in small old towns. On most items, you can see the work that went into making it, and the work that was done with it. Although Pottery Barn can fake this quite well, there usually is one telling factor…the smell. The musty smell you get when you first walk into the shop, or into a library. My wife hates this smell. I think she prefers the new car smell like most normal people. I, however, love this smell. This picture of a barn has caught my eye several times as its on my way to the airport. It particularly caught my eye recently when I discovered the tree growing out of it had turned brilliant with hues of red, yellow, and orange. So, I showed up one stormy morning and took a shot at it. I think the color harmony with the blue storm clouds, and orange grasses and tree take an ordinary dilapidated barn to fine art. Afterwards, I explored a bit in and around the barn. As I stepped inside the barn the smell hit me instantly, and I wondered who, when, and why it had come to be.