Hundred year old beams and their integrity inspire me. As a kid, I remember standing in an abandoned barn near our house and sneezing. Old hay hung from trapeze-like cobwebs. It was cavernous and I was small and from the back corner, my brother was shouting for help. Eric, our large German Shepherd was bleeding. Badly.

I pulled up the driveway and thought … Where's the barn?!? Oh right! It’s GONE. 

My daughter is helping out on a project of disassembling a large old barn. The last time I stood in this spot, a post and beam barn towered over me. Today, only a freshly poured cement slab foundation exists in the original footprint. Beams and boards are stacked in tidy piles and each item is carefully labeled.