Drafty as an Old Barn

This weekend brought subzero temps to our area, which limits the amount of time I enjoy spending outdoors. My goal for the afternoon was to take a photo of "cold" in whatever shape that I might find it. Today, the thermometer in the car was registering 9 degrees at three in the afternoon, and the wind was blowing wisps of newly fallen snow across the rural roads and fields.  To me an old barn with windows missing shouts "cold" all the way across the corn stubble.

I am fascinated by the old barns because their red color is conspicuous in the monotone winter landscape, and they represent a vanishing part of rural life.  The memories these old barns bring to mind resonate with many of us old-timers because we can remember them as a functional part of farm life.  Now they are just a memory that not many can recall.