I rarely go to the barn after dark. If I do find myself there after sundown, it is usually because of an emergency or helping a sick or needy animal, including my shepherdly duties each March.
After our Spring of Death in '09, going to the barn at night brought up great trauma inside me since I spent so many hours there trying to help my sheep, but failing, only to succeed at hospicing them onward, something I take comfort in.
But the other night I was behind in my schedule and got to the barn late. The moon was very beautiful and I took my camera. But what I captured was the fable like quality around the old barn and how night allows this living creature to radiate from the inside out. Her doorway is a harbor for me, and many others.
