This corn crib is a rarity these days.  I still see a few of the round ones around, but very few of the rectangular ones are left.  The emptiness and the cold grey of the day seem to work hand in hand.

Likely a scrap iron collector and gas axe are in it’s future, but I hope not.  Something about seeing these around help anchor the area to it’s past, or perhaps more accurately, anchor the past to the area.  The corn crib represents more than just a corn crib.