There is a place I've looked at from a car window for years. It looked so out of place, among all the dry cleaning stores and corporate buildings. Buildings have been slowly going up around it, obscuring my view of it from the road. So, finally, I went in to get a closer look.

There it was. Red and white like a story book. But what is this? A sign in front proclaiming it's impending sale. This old barn is the last remaining bit of old Henderson in a sea of urban landscape. So I set out to explore it before it dissapears.

Pristine and storybook from afar, it contains much more wonder up close. Age sits upon it like a heavy quilt. Wood with deep canyons, brick with fractured supports. Devoid of any previous occupants it groans in the night air.

I'll hate to see this when it's a parking lot.