Barns, barns, barns
Last weekend Irv and I flew up to Wisconsin for a wedding reception that Brian's parents hosted. We started in Milwaukee then drove to Sheboygan and Madison. The countryside up there is especially beautiful.
It is so green (although the locals think they're experiencing a drought).
There are farms everywhere. I especially enjoyed the barns.
Big, red barns.
Surrounded by cornfields.
(Sorry the pics aren't better. Irv didn't really know the meaning of "slow down" when I saw a barn I wanted to take a picture of.)
Even the old white barns are amazing.
There are even some green barns.
The red barns are definitely my favorite.
This stone barn is beautiful too. Everything is so neat and tidy in Wisconsin.
Lots of dairy cows too.
The little towns have remarkable churches--lots of Lutherans. (I come from a long line of Lutherans)
The farms have these things too, I know they're for holding grain, I just don't know what they're called. Elevators?
Beautiful!
I think I may have done a "barns" blog after my visit to Wisconsin last year. I guess I'm just attracted to red barns.
My mom painted a picture of my dad's big, red family barn in South Dakota before she died. It must be in the blood.
It is so green (although the locals think they're experiencing a drought).
There are farms everywhere. I especially enjoyed the barns.
Big, red barns.
Surrounded by cornfields.
(Sorry the pics aren't better. Irv didn't really know the meaning of "slow down" when I saw a barn I wanted to take a picture of.)
Even the old white barns are amazing.
There are even some green barns.
The red barns are definitely my favorite.
This stone barn is beautiful too. Everything is so neat and tidy in Wisconsin.
Lots of dairy cows too.
The little towns have remarkable churches--lots of Lutherans. (I come from a long line of Lutherans)
The farms have these things too, I know they're for holding grain, I just don't know what they're called. Elevators?
Beautiful!
I think I may have done a "barns" blog after my visit to Wisconsin last year. I guess I'm just attracted to red barns.
My mom painted a picture of my dad's big, red family barn in South Dakota before she died. It must be in the blood.
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