The field barn sheltered the sheep, trees sheltered the field barn, mountains sheltered the trees … nothing sheltered me, I just got wet!
I’ve passed by the barn countless times without a second glance on my trips up and down the Langdale Valley, but this time, as I was headed to Blea Tarn in the early morning mist and rain, I saw it, got out of the car, and took some shots, attempting to keep the lens dry.
Like the previous post on Blea Tarn, the simplicity of the scene for me recalls Japanese landscapes. I think I’ll be stopping the car more often.
