Kansas Barn everything where it ought to be
People who live in Kansas have grown accustomed to the rolling hills and distant views of the prairie. To the early settlers, Kansas must have resembled Eden. In the meadows, flowers grew eight feet tall. And when your dog ran away, you could still see him two days later. Few people in Kansas would notice this barn. “It’s just part of the landscape,” they’d say. When I was young, I thought good buildings happened somewhere else, usually in centers of fashion. Now that I’m older, I find the dirt roads. The kinds of buildings I admire are shaped by the people who use them: diesel block repair shops, hot dog stands, fish houses, and barns like this one -- with everything where it ought to be. Perhaps most places where creative life begins are partly hidden.
