An entire entry, complete with edited photos. Written in less than twenty minutes.

And almost an hour and a half just to upload those photos. And that's computer browser time, not upload time. Midnight arrives, just like Cinderella's deadline, and still no entry or photo to show for it.

A computer turned off in frustration. Somehow sleep is more important than this.

Even if there will be less than four and a half hours of slumber before the alarm goes off, and another long, fun-filled day begins.

So, here they finally are... four images from Thursday morning. With the explanatory text long lost to the etherworld.

I do remember the gist of my words for this last. About how I recall when this barn was still a barn. Wandering through the dry, dusty, straw-filled stalls.

Pondering, is it a sign of age when something you once saw merely idle, has now become a ruin?