The Last Leaf

I took a long walk with Gibb through the woods and stopped beneath the peaked and weathered roof of this old barn when a sliver of sun came out.

Aging barns like this dot Michigan's rural landscape; rickety reminders of the the hard work that built America. But these iconic structures are slowly disappearing, removed to make way for new homes and urban sprawl as long-time family farms close.

The oak leaf in the foreground reminds me of the O.Henry classic short story, The Last Leaf.
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