what color . . .

[Tinker]

What is it with the "chew mail pouch" thing? As a postal carrier, I find that disturbing!!!

I guess there's a fetish for everyone .

[BobTheBuilder]

Black and Gold, in honor of the World Champion New Orleans Saints!

[RedneckRye]

I guess there's a fetish for everyone .

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mail_Pouch_Tobacco_Barn

[Jester2000]

I vote Mail Pouch.

[mountain squid]

and the winner is . . .





Freshly painted Overmountain Shelter aka The Barn. I've uploaded some other photos.

See you on the trail,
mt squid

[Mountain Wildman]

Beautiful!! Looks like the roof could use a little touch up also, Or throw some bird seed up there and let the birdies cover the roof with a healthy dose of bird poop!!

[Lone Wolf]

tear it down for tent sites

[berkshirebirder]

The Barn looks great, thanks Mt Squid and crew. I'm curious to know what was suggested in the "other" category.

[schnikel]

"Chew Mail Pouch"
How all barns should be painted.

Exactly what I was thinking! We must have a lot of 'em here in Ohio.
Hey Rye!!
Schnikel

[JAK]

Nice looking place. I'm thinking rusty red.


In an Old Barn

Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
Though few flies wander his secluded way.
Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent,
Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,
The frost that bites the world beyond their walls.
Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content
In day-long contemplation of their dreams.

Charles G. D. Roberts

[JAK]

Wayfarer of Earth

UP, heart of mine,
Thou wayfarer of Earth!
Of seed divine,
Be mindful of thy birth.
Though the flesh faint
Through long-endured constraint
Of nights and days,
Lift up thy praise
To Life, that set thee in such strenuous ways,
And left thee not
To drowse and rot
In some thick-perfumed and luxurious plot.

Strong, strong is Earth,
With vigour for thy feet,
To make thy wayfaring
Tireless and fleet.
And good is Earth–
But Earth not all thy good,
O thou with seed of suns
And star-fire in thy blood.

And though thou feel
The slow clog of the hours
Leaden upon thy heel,

Put forth thy powers.
Thine the deep sky,
The unpreëmpted blue,
The haste of storm,
The hush of dew.
Thine, thine the free
Exalt of star and tree,
The reinless run
Of wind and sun,
The vagrance of the sea!

Sir Charles G.D. Roberts

[JAK]

Hilltop Song
WHEN the lights come out in the cottages
Along the shores at eve,
And across the darkening water
The last pale colours leave;

And up from the rock-ridged pasture slopes
The sheep-bell tinklings steal,
And the folds are shut, and the shepherds
Turn to their quiet meal;

And even here, on the unfenced height,
No journeying wind goes by,
But the earth-sweet smells and the home-sweet sounds
Mount, like prayer, to the sky;

Then from the door of my opened heart
Old blindness and pride are driven,
Till I know how high is the humble,
The dear earth how close to heaven.

Charles G.D.Roberts

[JAK]

I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Now there's a wall between us something there's been lost
I took too much for granted got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a flugelhorn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

I've heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question man is it hopeless and forlorn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

- Bob Dylan

[JAK]

Czarna Madonna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6_YRFFFkvQ
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_M...%C4%99stochowa
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Madonna
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isis

She who seeks shelter for the weak people

Moon Shining Over the Sea