Landscape Photography / Rust and Silence

There’s something about driving through the countryside in northeast Canada that slows time.
I’m often on the road with no real destination, just chasing silence and space.

And then I see one.

An old barn standing alone in a field, its paint long faded, its roof rusted like dried blood. I don’t know what it is about them, but I always stop. Always wonder. Who built it? Who lived here? Is anyone still coming by to check on it? How old is that wood? What’s inside now?

I live in the city, in a life full of noise and motion, but these barns pull me into something else. Something still. Something with history.

I snap a few frames, climb back in the car, and sure enough, before long, there’s another one. Waiting.

Shot with my Nikon D40 on quiet roads
across eastern Canada.