I’m headed for a short visit with family down in Alabama. Which means I’m driving through farm land. Lots and lots of farm land. I’m beginning to think you could throw a dart at a map of the US Midwest and there’d be a great barn to photograph right there.

Yep, everywhere I look I think, “I need to come back here, find a campground, and spend a couple days hunting barns.” Sort of like looking for places to shoot the Milky Way, but I’d get to be out with the camera in the daylight instead of tromping around in the dark.

Just before I crossed from Michigan into Indiana I saw a barn out of the corner of my eye…and since there was an exit right there I took it.

I never did find my way back to the barn that caught my attention, but I found this one.

I thought it was beautiful, the white of the barn and the gold of the tree.

And, while going around the country block to find my way back to the freeway I found this one…

….and this one.

AND, my best find on that little side trip was this:

I LOVE it. Old trucks rank right up there with old barns in my book.

And just so you can enjoy a little more fall color, this was at the last rest stop before I stopped for the night near Louisville KY.

There’s still lots of color down here.

Tomorrow I hope to get all the way to the lake. We’ll see. It will depend on whether I take any more barn hunting side trips.

What are the odds I make it all the way without straying?

Pretty slim, I’d say.