The Floor of the Sky

My daughter in Wyoming, 1998

“Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.”
     — Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

Countryscapes

Yesterday’s post offered some cityscapes.  So today I will give equal time to rural images.  What a contrast to the gleaming, shining, reflective glass and steel surfaces of a  modern city.  Yet each is beautiful in its own way. 

Old barn in the Skagit Valley

 

Weathered siding, old barn

 

Leaky roof on an old barn in the Skagit Valley

 

Rustic barn

 

Old Barn
by Janice Blanchard 

On the edge of the town
See the old barn sag
With a drop in its ridge
Like a sway-backed nag,
And the shingles torn
By the west wind’s will
Fly from the skeleton rafters
Until
You may count its starved ribs,
One by one;
Old barn, old horse,
Your day is done.