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| “Destination: Badger No. 1” 2018 |
On a trip to Sequoia National Park last year, we drove through a small town called Badger where time felt as though it had stopped. Old barns, small wooden huts and hay shelters dotted the hillside and captured my imagination. Oak trees crowded out the sky and their twisted branches added to the timelessness of the place. In the middle of the day it felt like dusk. With a population of 140 people in this Tulare County community, I felt as though I had been whisked through a wormhole and dropped into the middle of the United States back in the 30's.
The old wooden planks had a slight sheen of moss growing on the shaded side of each structure and their rooves were made from sheets of corrugated tin. I can only imagine what it would sound like during a storm. I grew up with old barns like this out in the undisturbed fields behind our track homes. I was always intrigued by their man made walls sagging from the weight of time and seasons. They stood as a testament to the hard work and humble beginning of the farmers and cattle folk who worked the land before my eyes in an era that was before my time.
Julie Green
March 23, 2019
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| “Destination: Badger No. 2” 2018 |
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