I went out this week intent on getting images of a couple barns I’d seen on my way back from Selma. It wasn’t a great day for photography, grey with a flat and boring sky. Not great light. Kind of drizzling.
I took a picture of this barn 2 years ago, through my car windshield. This time I parked in it’s driveway and got out.
But it wasn’t a great day for hanging at the lake or hiking up a mountain either, so I figured what the heck, I’d go get those barns.
I almost didn’t get out of the car for this one, but it turned out to be pretty interesting with it’s drooping roof and missing siding.
And after that second one I headed down an unfamiliar road in the direction I figured Auburn would be. I turned left when the road ended because that felt like the right direction to go.
Such stately buildings, all red brick and white trim.
And noticed all these beautiful buildings behind a black wrought iron fence. I figured it was a military school of some sort. And then I saw this house and the sign in front of it.
This is Booker T. Washington’s home. Can you guess, now, where I was?
I began to look for a place to turn around and park. Because it’s not every day you accidently stumble upon Tuskegee University.
The entrance to the university.
And you for sure as heck can’t just drive right on past it. Even if it is drizzling and cold and getting dark. I would love to go on a tour of the house, and the university. I need to do some investigating and find out if there are such things.
Did you know he had 3 wives?
Meanwhile I’ve ordered Booker T. Washington’s autobiography. I want to know more about his children too, and what they did with their lives. I hope I can find that.
This woman sounds fascinating too.
You just never know where you’ll end up when you go barn hunting.
That’s for sure.
Barns, barns, everywhere a barn.
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