On Highway 18 West from Dell, just before the Big Lake Wildlife Refuge, sat a barn on the old Whistle place. I went by there one morning on my way to a week's retreat in the Ozarks and snapped these photos. When I returned, the barn was merely a pile of lumber. The entire structure had been dismantled.
It was a good lesson for me--don't ever put off snapping a photo until tomorrow--because it just might be lost.
(I hope you'll indulge me--I photoshopped the print to give more of a painted quality to it. I love the texture and colors that resulted and thought I would share. . .)